Andrew sat wrapped in my spare blanket.
He looked out the window as if the trees could chase us.
“Who was your supervisor during this hike?” I asked him.
And a frantic man with a whistle.
“Mr. Reed.”
We have reached the base.
The school bus was there.
Children were bustling around with a few parents.
I went outside and double-locked the door.
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