Public School

Climacus joined the young ones at the public facility to learn a thing or two. Overcome by a great desire to cradle his head into his forearms, block out the light, block out the lesson to shut his eyes and sleep, he takes a slurp of saliva pooling in his cheek and sighs a slow breath. There he can smell the odor of dirty kids and cheap cleaning solution mixed with bacteria from a slop rag which is rarely washed. This is education, he dreams.

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