FIFTY-ONE

There wasn’t enough white-out in the world to remove the paragraph on Abrahim’s love of his teacher, and she was only a few steps from his desk.

He tried scribbling it out, but the ink died immediately.

“It’s all fiction,” said Abrahim, sheepishly handing up his paper.

He got an A.

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