Today

Across the cafe table from me, a boy. A ring of hot chocolate, a dark halo around his mouth. A dab of hot chocolate on his nose. My heart, pure joy.

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The driver/mother, to the boy, "So, you spend less time with kids now that you don't go to school."

The boy/passenger, "Yeah."

The mother, "Hmm."

The boy, "Well, I didn't actually spend that much time with kids at school. We all had to sit at separate tables and do numbers and letters, and boring stuff like that. Not eating honey and reading comics and things I like. And then, at run-around time my friends would get in trouble and get time outs, and I couldn't play with them. For beating up kids they didn't like."