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“Simet sits beside Dan Hole. ‘Mr. Hole, you have the toughest job. You
are going to make certain that, for the first time in his life, Andy Mott
passes all his classes with a C.’”
“When grades come out, though Mott has threatened Dan’s life daily, we
have the second-highest cumulative grade-point average of any winter
athletic team and are all eligible.”
His masquerade,
substantially less lanky and exactly twenty-five percent more metallic than yours,
disguises a thundercloud, an impossibly angry rumble
hidden behind the thin mass of cotton clinging to his torso
and the usual pair of scuffed up Jordans
and those God (the most proper of nouns)
damn (interjection, one of your newly acquired entries)
headphones that you have already asked him at least five times
to please take off.