“You’ve always been quite a feckless child, Andrew,” she scolded, handing him a piece of chalk worn down to just a tiny piece. He remembers fondly when it was first handed to him at the start of the school year. A brand new thick, long, and white piece of chalk, fresh out of its box of six.
Andrew wondered why Mrs. Landow didn’t just throw it away and start a new piece, especially when her fingernails would every now and again scrape against the chalkboard, making the entire classroom groan loudly.
“When will you ever learn?”
“Never, if I’m lucky.”
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