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“Shouldn’t you be in school?” Jennifer was taking advantage of the warm, spring weather to get her yard in shape. She had been pulling up weeds in her front yard, and for the past 15 minutes, she had had an audience of one.
Kevin was the 11-year-old boy who lived next door to her. He had strolled up the sidewalk and sprawled himself out on his front yard. Now, he was lying on his belly with his bare feet kicked up in the air, watching her.
“It’s spring break,” Kevin said flatly, as he