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The Best Thing I’ve Heard All Day

A scene from my Tuesday afternoon:

“Teacher look at my bruise on my leg,” the chubby ginger boy said, pointing to a moderate bruise.

“Owch. That looks like it hurt,” said teacher distractedly, trying to corral children into a line.

“It’s OK. I can still dance,” the boy assured her and proceeded to dance to his place in line, twirling and spinning, feeling the music inside his head.

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