She’s kneeling in the entrance hall, the day’s mail in her lap; her grades and rank for the year are clearly visible. The grades are all in the eighties and nineties; her rank in the single digits. The smile on her face is as smug as it is happy.
On the back: ‘Third year of junior high - grades arrive early~’
The sun had chased the overhanging
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