"Thomas, you were looking at something in that book during the test."
"No Ma'am. I wouldn't cheat."
"Please open your textbook and show me what you're hiding."
"It's nothing, Ma'am."
"Nothing because you didn't cheat, or nothing because you don't want to get caught?"
Thomas looked down. Dirty shoes. His ears were burning; he knew she was looking at them.
He handed her his textbook.
She flipped through and pulled out a dogeared napkin. It read Mommy loves you in faded ballpoint.
"Oh..."
"Can I go, Ma’am?"
She handed him his book and nodded.
"Thomas-"
But he was already gone.
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