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“I know.”
“No,” she said. “Say it.”
Noah sighed, but he was smiling.
“Go where I’m called. Remember where I’m from.”
“And?”
“And don’t let fancy rooms make me quiet.”
Mrs. Benson leaned back, satisfied.
“Now you’re learning.”
That winter, the community room hosted its first youth health night.
Noah came home to speak.
He stood in front of twenty-seven teenagers,continue reading …