On the floor, underneath the sixth row desks, was an ashtray with a small black dot of blood on its blunt round corner. It was something that would create a mutual claim, a relationship. Michelle was on her like a fly, asking her questions about her past foster homes she did her best to avoid, pretending to be swamped every night with sudden reams of homework and unable to be reached by phone. "I'm going back for Ruth.
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