Brianna walked into the cold classroom shivering beneath her sister’s red hand-me-down gingham dress, freshly pressed white socks and shiny, black, patent leather shoes as a pale man, sitting behind a small desk, looked down at her from above and pushed his glasses back up to the bridge of his sloping nose and said, “Tell me a secret, Brianna…” he crossed his arms and finished, “…and then tell me why you’re keeping that secret.”

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