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wearing a borrowed navy suit. His mom, Kesha, had altered the pants to fit. He looked up at me, nervous. Miss Pearson, this place is so fancy. Are you sure I’m supposed to be here? I knelt down, eye level. Bryson, you’re the most important person here. You’re why I do this. Because I’m your student? Because you’re proof that teaching works. You were continue reading …
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