Bradley Peebles was absent
One day when I was in second grade, my best friend Bradley Peebles was absent. At recess I just walked with head down, kicking a rock around the playground—past the tires, behind the swings, under the monkey bars. I didn’t talk to anyone or join the kickball game. I didn’t even wonder if he would be back the next day. I just knew it seemed like the longest recess ever.
| Matthew Vermillion |
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