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Chris is well-acquainted with the hard, blue plastic chairs outside of the principal's office.
He scuffs at the peeling linoleum tile with the toe of one sneaker while he waits to hear his name called. Clutching the note from his teacher with both hands, he crumples the paper, and then smooths it out on his knee. His brow furrows as he reads the words again.
Chris likes to tell stories.
He knows this is grown-up code for Chris likes to lie.
Well, so what? He's usually pretty good at it, he's getting better, and next time, he'll fool them all.