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We comforted Matt on the school bus—Does he have a fake one now?

Then somebody made fun of Bunny Lip, aka Leon

Stinks, aka Stutter Step, and he boxed wild as the bus

turned from blacktop roads to gravel, past scraping

harvesters, the eaten fields, dropping us off one by one. We trudged

the lane to the house, heads bowed looking for rocks

to throw at sparrows on the fence line. Everything tensed

when we appeared, angered by hunger, lowing with milk.