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The Otter
The classroom sweated that wet afternoon, the children’s coats steaming on the pegs. Rain swelled into fat teardrops and raced down the window pane. When the clouds parted, the sun burst through and lit up my otter on her plinth. “Look, Miss,” Joey cried. “Your otter’s doing a jig.” Shane drew circles in…
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