My Confession
The Criminal Life of a 5th Grade Poet
The only one who was excited about the magazine was Mr. K.
When he called me up to his desk, I thought I was in trouble. Did I get caught whispering answers to Studs McGee during the state capitals quiz? Did someone find that game of MASH that Pretty and I played where we chose only gross husbands for each other? Even as a fifth grader, I could admit th…
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