It’s like looking at all the students and wondering who’s had their heart broken that day,
and how they are able to cope with having three quizzes and a book report on top of that.
Or wondering who did the heart breaking. And wondering why.
Especially since I know that if they went to another school, the person who had their heart broken
would have had their heart broken by somebody else, so why does it have to be so personal?
And if I went to another school, I would never have known Sam or Patrick or Mary Elizabeth or anyone except my family.
I can tell you one thing that happened. I was in the shopping mall because that’s where I go lately.
For the last couple of weeks, I’ve been going there every day, trying to figure out why people go there. It’s kind of a personal project.
There was this one little boy. He might have been four years old. I’m not sure.
He was crying really hard, and he kept screaming for his mom. He must have been lost.
Then, I saw this older kid, who was maybe seventeen. I think he went to a different school because I had never seen him before.
Anyway, this older kid, who was really tough-looking with a leather jacket and long hair and everything,
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