Prologue

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A child no older than 7 sits at a table alone begins to unravel the wrapper of a sucker. As soon as he puts it in his mouth, the rest of his class rushes through the door and file into their seats. A pudgy girl walks over to the boy and points at the seat next to him.


'Is this seat open?' She signs slowly


He only tilts his head in response. "Hm? "What is that thing you're doing with your hands?"


The girl deflates slightly before grabbing a sticky note from the middle of the table. She erases the large six written on it before writing down her question again.


'Can I sit here?'


He smiles at her and beckons her to sit

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