nineteenth

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Josh and Tyler got in trouble when the assignment was due. They hadn't written much at all. But Josh hadn't wanted to push Tyler, and he didn't want to write anything because he would have made something worthless. But Tyler kept coming in looking more and more tired. The black hadn't left his hands. Neither had the red. It was still there.

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