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Chapter Eight

Writer's picture: M. J. PadgettM. J. Padgett

WIL SAT RAMROD STRAIGHT AT my desk and stared at his own feet rather than look at me. He was an odd one, but I didn’t have much room to talk. I shut my door behind us, ignoring my father’s reminder that it must remain open when boys were there.

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