The Rust Classroom
The paint was peeling off the walls of Room 214 in long brown strips, like sunburned skin. Frank Callahan had been meaning to report it to the maintenance office for three years. The maintenance office had never responded. He stood at the front of the classroom, chalk between his fingers, looking at twelve students of whom three were paying attention. The board was green and stained with the...
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