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... t meant. Time to go home. He quietly packed his crayons, his little sketchpad, and the bent-up robot drawing he made that day into his small blue backpack. He zipped it all up with a neat tug, hoisted it onto his shoulders, and walked out of his classroom.
His feet automatically took him to the classroom across the courtyard—Maya’s class. He always picked her up. Well, not picked up like grown-ups, just... waited so they could walk out together. It was how they always did things. He peek ...
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