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Leo scrubbed at the wood with half-hearted, jerky motions. He huffed, sighed, and checked his pockets for the phone I had confiscated. I ignored his tantrums. I stood beside him, working on my own desk, letting the steady rhythm of sanding fill the room.
“This is stupid,” Leo finally muttered, his arms dropping to his sides. “The district has money.continue reading …
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