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is going to sit at this desk next year. Now get back to work.”
He did. And his strokes weren’t angry anymore. They were deliberate. Careful.
When detention ended at 5:00 PM, Leo didn’t bolt for the door. He lingered, running his hand over the smooth patch of wood he had restored. “Can I come back tomorrow?” he asked, looking everywhere but at my face.continue reading …
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