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øñĆõ ñòÿąĄ ñ ýÿþĄø Ąÿ ҉÷ąĂõ ÿąĄ ĉÿąĂ ôñĄõă òõöÿĂõ Ąøõ ôñþóõ͛
if you choose to go. Let’s get to today’s lesson, the opening
Mr. Gordon chuckles. “Okay, okay, kids. That’ll teach the
school to try to incorporate some girl power. In any case, you
of a new section on slavery and abolitionism.” Mr. Gordon
textbook for the rest of this semester.” He sweeps his arm
toward three piles of what looks like the biggest book I’ve
sets the eraser back on the whiteboard. “A new semester, a
new text book. When I call your name, come pick up your
magazine?” He scrunches up his nose and smiles at Christina
when she turns to face him, but she rolls her eyes and looks
Ăÿý ñ öõć ăõñĄă Ąÿ Ąøõ üõґ ùþ Ąøõ Ăÿć òõøùþô ąă͛ üÿĀĀĉ
Hair joins in. “And where’d you hear that, Christina, Ms.
ñćñĉ͞ øõ òąĂüĉ ÷ąĉ ăùĄĄùþ÷ þõĈĄ Ąÿ üÿĀĀĉ ñùĂ ÷ą҆ñćă͛ ñþô
face forward. “Although I’m impressed a Neanderthal like
“No, Wikipedia.” Christina smirks and turns back to
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Shampoo Commercial and her friend from earlier giggle.
yourself, Alex, knows what Ms. magazine is.”
ever seen stacked on his desk. The class groans collectively. Except me. I like history. It’s nice to read about awful things that have happened in the past and know that people keep living. “Mr. Jackson,” Mr. Gordon calls. Alex stands and walks ÿĆõĂ͛ ôĂąýýùþ÷ øùă ҉þ÷õĂĄùĀă ÿþ øĂùăĄùþñͫă ôõăû ñă øõ passes. She makes a point to not look at him as she turns toward me. “Pssst,” Chr