My Teacher Threw My Report About My Marine Dad’s Dog in the Trash and Made Me Apologize—Then Scout Walked Into Our Classroom
“Just Scout doing his job.”
“Exactly.”
Clara thought about Ms.
Harrow standing at the front of the room.
The wastebasket.
The yellow sticky note.
The twenty-two children watching.
“Daddy?”
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