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The little bits of condensation and flakes of ice from the carton left a mark on his lap but he knew they'd evaporate quickly and he didn't mind. payroll He always had chocolate milk, but some of the kids weren't allowed. Today was a very good day overall, he was getting almost everything he liked, much less balancing to do than usual. Then two boys, Clark and Craig, the Kieler twins, came by with the little cereal boxes in another milk crate and he was lucky they still had some Sugar Pops, so he could drink all his milk and just snack on the cereal, he wouldn't have to use his milk on it like he would if it was Corn Flakes or something.

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So he carefully pried open the flaps on his milk carton, and spread the spout open precisely so! And he sat and munched on the Sugar Pops, careful to keep the box low on his desk so Sister Marie couldn't see, because once she made him put his milk on the cereal and eat it with a plastic spoon even though he didn't want to; and was surrounded by the gloomy light from the window, and warm golden light from the globes, and the smell of the pencil sharpener and the chocolate milk flowing up the thin red straw, so rich and thick and sweet and cold in his mouth, and the sounds of the others eating and for these few minutes the whole world was too busy for anything bad to happen. Lenjerie sexi on link page So he held on to the smells, the tastes, and most of all the peace; storing it all up for balancing a bad day he knew would come. payroll on Top page Monday was a bad day.

payroll That was Bus Ticket Day and he made a bad mistake. He used his last ticket that morning, and gave the two dollars mom had given him to Sister Marie because you couldn't get them without money, they wouldn't just write it in the book, and she handed him the cardboard sheet, with the glossy yellow and white school kid tickets, ten of them, one for each trip of the week. payroll That was the last year they used the tickets, the next year they got bus passes, but this year it was the little cardboard tickets. They were all strung out in a line, each one neatly perforated from its neighbor and he stuck it in his back pocket instead of his pencil case, not thinking what could happen, how fragile such a thing could be on the school yard. It got wet and slipped out a little and he didn't notice it as, one by one, the little pasteboard tickets pulled loose and fell off, all through the day. pets It wasn't until three o'clock when the third grade was let out to go home and he reached into his pocket that he realized all he had was the stub, and he didn't know what to do then. His sister would get out in thirty minutes but he didn't want to tell her, he didn't want to ask her and endure her taunts and recriminations and let her go yelling to mom. He could tell Sister, but he didn't want to get hit, not by one of the nuns, in front of everyone for being careless.