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Mr. Henderson woke up to the sound of “DIGGING DIRT WITH MY PICKAXE” blasting from three different speakers. He sighed, rubbed his eyes, and looked at Tyrone.
“Tyrone,” Leo whispered, sliding a slightly sweaty granola bar across the table as tribute. “I heard you can get… it .”
One rainy Tuesday, a sixth-grader named Leo approached him during free period. Leo was small, with glasses held together by tape and a deep, aching need to build a dirt hut before the bell rang.
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