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I look back at him, my notebook suspended over my desk.
cheeked and smiling Mr. Gordon continues with a belly
“I get it.” I look back down at my books. “Uh, where
Mr. Gordon laughs. “Now that’s the kind of excitement
“Here’s a seat for you, right up here in the front,” Mr.
I sit down slowly, hoping Mr. Gordon doesn’t see the
“Welcome, welcome! The name’s Mr. Gordon, but you can
widely as I slip into his classroom. “Victoria!” he says.
There’s a window on the left, behind Floppy Hair,
ͬ õüü͛ͭ øõ ăñĉă͛ ăĄùüü üÿÿûùþ÷ ñĄ ýõ͛ ͬ ͫý ăąĂõ ĉÿąͫüü ҉þô
ôõþĄă òõ÷ùþ Ąÿ ăøąҐõ ùþ ñĂÿąþô ýõ͞ øõĂõ ñĂõ ÿþüĉ ñòÿąĄ
call me Santa. Everyone else does.” My face goes hot as stu-
“You know, because I look like Saint Nick,” puffy-
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҉ґõõþ ÿö Ąøõý͛ ñþô ñ÷ñùþ͛ ĄøõĉͫĂõ ñüü üÿÿûùþ÷ ñĄ ýõ͞

laugh. should I sit?” Gordon says, indicating the empty seat next to the door. I move there quickly. for learning we like to see here, Ms. Parker!” õ ûþÿćă ýĉ ҉Ă㥠ñþô üñ㥠þñýõ òõöÿĂõ õĆõþ ýõõĄùþ÷ ýõ͞ panic in my eyes. The fear that he knows more than my full name. That he somehow knows why I moved here. A few more students walk through the open door to their seats. Mr. Gordon clears his throat and smiles, but it