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... olish. The sound of laughter that wasn’t kind. The way the classroom air always felt too thick when everyone turned to look at him.
He was ten. His uniform was patched at the elbows, his shoes scuffed. The other kids noticed, of course , they always noticed.
"Hey, thrift store boy!" someone jeered from the back of the class. A crumpled paper hit his shoulder. Laughter followed.
Hunter didn’t flinch. He’d learned long ago that reacting made it worse. So he sat there, silen ...
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