May 20, 2010
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He enters the schoolbus, faces gawking at apparent innocence; walking the aisle, he commits faces to memory. With hands in his pockets, eyes on the floor, someone yells, “Newbie! Why ya here? It’s the middle of the year?!” Under his breath, he mutters, “Just wait…” while the tick tock in his backpack screams.

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