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H enry had spent the first of the two hours he had to complete the math test regularly repeating a four-step movement of his neck: first to the left, looking out the window; second a tiny bit to the right, peeking down at what his classmate Nicholas was writing on his graph paper; third straight ahead, checking that Miss Anderson wasn’t looking; and fourth ahead and to the right, trying to catch the eye of Joanna, but she was engrossed in her work, her head bent over her paper as she furiously scribbled down calculations that were way beyond Henry.

“I can’t do it...” Henry whispered to Nicholas.

“So copy,” replied Nicholas under his breath, not even lifting his head.

He would have copied Henry himself, but Nicholas was already on page three and his neighbor was still stuck on page one.

‘ Ah, who cares?’ thought Henry as he turned the page and began to copy what little he could make out from Nicholas’s sheet.