The Game The grass was sweet and soft. It felt good for his toes. He and the kids in the game, the one the everybody knows. He imagined tomorrow like time’s got a plan. He was a thoughtful boy, but now he’s an ugly man. He wasn’t good for school. He didn’t like Dick or Jane. He didn’t know learning would be the cause of his pain. He took a brush …
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