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May 25, 2003
The day passed slowly. Finally, the end-of-day bell rang and though it was a Friday (the one day I didn’t volunteer), I stayed behind anyway. Noticing my odd affect, Mr. Calloway asked me if anything was wrong. I needed Mr. Calloway more than ever. I needed to love him and to have him love me more than ever.

“I need to help you with the bulletin boards.”

“Thanks, but I won’t be changing them for another week or so.”

“I need to fix the bulletin boards.”

“Just go home now. I’m fine.”

“I need to fix them.”

“Are you okay?”