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Miss Caroline: A Short Story

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(Perspective of Miss Caroline) I had already had a tough morning with a young girl, and I was anxious to discuss the lunch situations with the students. “Ok, who is going home for lunch?” I asked the class. Several hands shot up. Then I asked the remainder of the students to put their lunch on their desk if they’d brought it from home. I paced down the aisles of seats and stopped at Walter’s desk. “Where’s your lunch Walter?” He didn’t answer, just twitched. I asked him again, but he shook his head. Suddenly Jean Louise Finch piped in. “He’s a Cunningham, Miss Caroline,” she added before sitting back down. I looked at her with a confused emotion. “What’s that, Jean Louise?” “He’s a Cunningham!” “I’m sorry Jean Louise,

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