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A Master Of Deception By Michael Arrives

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High school students sit bored in their class as the aged and less-than-spry Ms. Santos prattles on about past participles and the Spanish language. One or two students are engaged in the active lecture, while others sit back, scrawling doodles onto blank notebook paper to make it appear as though they were paying attention, masters of deception. However, one such “master of deception,” Michael arrives home this evening, his backpack sliding backward from his shoulders and down his arms onto a dining room chair as a yawn escapes his diaphragm. He begins to unwind as he walks into the living room, tossing his coat lazily onto the back of a worn green recliner before falling into a sofa at the opposite end of the room. Ignoring the pleas for attention from the blond labrador at his feet, he stretches forward, fetching the remote on the coffee table and flips on the television without a second thought out of habit if nothing else. He slides into the couch cushion, finding comfort in the squishy sanctuary after a long day at school and an equally unimpressive Spanish lesson. When his mother rushes through the door at five twenty-five p.m. promptly, she is ushered into her office by an urgent phone call from a business associate. When she finally emerges ten minutes later, her faux interest is unfaultered as she interrogates him about his day, what did he learn? Well, like many other “masters of deception,” he certainly didn’t retain anything about past participles and Spanish,

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