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School has a stench when I get back, of sandwiches that wont be eaten, lunchboxes lovingly packed, jokingly, casually packed, that by tonight will be stale cold with tears. Im bathed in the stench before i can turn back. I drop flat to the ground at the side of the gym and, through the shrubs, watch young life splatter through slick mucous air.