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“What’s going on here?” Mr. Crumb asked. He bent over to pick up his clipboard.

“We were sent by a friend of Dorian’s mother, sir. We’ve been instructed to pick Dorian up.”

“Is something wrong with my mom?” Dorian asked.

One of the men in black looked at Dorian, then held out a hand. “Please, Dorian, you have to come with us.”

“Is Mom okay?” He refused to get up from his desk until the men answered the question.

David Harrison put on a stupid voice and repeated, “‘Is Mom okay?’” His stupid friends laughed some more.

The man hesitated for a moment and spoke again with great emphasis on the urgency. “You need to come with us right now.”

Dorian got up, gripping his Spider-Man lunchbox.

The other man in the black suit said, “You won’t need your lunch, Dorian.”

“I’m not goin’ without my lunchbox.”

“Fine, whatever,” the first man said. “Just come with us, please.”

Mr. Crumb stepped forward. “Look, I can’t just let some strange men walk into my homeroom and take one of my students.”

The second man reached into the inner pocket of his jacket and pulled out a piece of paper, then handed it to Mr. Crumb.

The teacher read it. His big moustache drooped as he did so.

“All right, fine,” the teacher said, handing the note back to the second man in the black suit.

The first man still had his hand out to Dorian.

JOHN GRAVAGLIA

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