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A Walk on the BeachChapter 3
My third period advanced math class had just ended when Adam Bainbridge approached my desk. He hesitated a few feet away as if waiting for the room to clear. “Yes Adam, do you have a question about today’s lesson?” No Miss. Thompson. It’s about last Friday night.” “What about it?” I became a little nervous. I had let a number of things I saw that night slide. I should have left when they brought out the beer and things got a little, let’s say, promiscuous amongst the kids. Knowing this...