Building bridges.(short story)

I at no time gave James Foley much reflection He faded into the walls during class, ate luncheon alone in the cafeteria, and hardly at any time came to after-school games.

I gues I musing of him the way I contemplation of Mrs. Kramer's globe. When I came to academy it was always sitting upon the bookshelf, but I not ever felt like bothering with it.

Now I was stuck sitting with James, our desk actually touching, for the whole week. We were building toothpick bridges, and Mr Kramer had picked partners for us. I notion she'd made a mistake when I saw my name beside James's.

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