Scott, held the brick—room 204, and now the envelope. He slunked past the rancid stinking cafeteria, and past the mosaic of tiles made by the sixth graders, his tile—black with a single white dot in the center. His eyes smiled when they landed on his dot—his father, sinking in a murky sea.… more
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