"Mr. Reynolds?"
"Yes," I say as I'm about to get up from taking attendance and start class.
"Can I run to Pennington Main to get a pop?"
"What? You were late for class? Why didn't you just get one then?" I ask, grabbing the quizzes for chapters 10 and 11 of The Jungle.
"I was late coming home from lunch, though . . ."
Somewhere billions of Indians and Chinese are laughing.
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