So, I was shamefully reflecting on how dissappointed Shipka was in the way the writing activity from last class turned out...
when I remembered what was going through my mind as I was writing, and it turns out that my little story about having the teenage boy back into the mailbox was my attempt at humor.
This is why I don't try to be the class clown.
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