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here now!” Always good at taking a hint, I exited the building. I didn’t even go back to the gym to get the albums.
A few days later, I saw those cheerleaders again. “What happened to you?” they asked. “We looked around, and you were gone!” I guess they never got the word.
Now, all these years later, in my current job as an education reporter, I still visit that school quite often. The old principal’s portrait still hangs on the wall, near the front entrance. I stop, smile and wave at him every time, whispering, “I’m back!”