There's a whiteboard in the classroom. It is blank, and shines in the florescent light. It waits.
The boy picks up a blue marker. He writes his name. Then he writes the name of every other person he can think of. Then he writes down what they've done wrong. Mother - adultery. Father - blackmail. And so on. Next to his name, he writes a question mark. He knows it's only a matter of time.
We all do something wrong.
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