Harades
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I watched as the boy stood alone on the school field, a solitary boy on the outskirts of his peers. At twelve, he owned a crop of neatly combed blond hair and piercing blue eyes. The other school staff tell me he is a polite boy, yet boys of similar age had inexplicably rejected him. He reminded me a lot of myself at that age.
"Am I in trouble?" I asked the docile boy, as I greeted him in my office.
"No, not at all. I'm here to help, " I said, shaking Jesse's thin, timid hand. "My name is Kevin. Come, make yourself comfortable,"
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22 Apr 2024