It Is Not...

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Three weeks later.

    “…When the Star-Belly Sneetches had frankfurter roasts Or picnics or parties or marshmallow toasts, They never invited the Plain-Belly Sneetches. They left them out cold, in the dark of the beaches.”
    “Miss Thompson?” a voice interrupts Gwen’s class. School started two weeks ago, and Gwen is seated on a colorful rug on the floor with twenty-two five-year-olds, reading Dr. Seuss.
    Gwen looks up to see one of the classroom aides standing in the doorway. “You have a phone call in the...

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    “NOOO!!!!” Arthur falls back and crawls away, nearing the cupboard and shrinking away into the shadows. “NO!!” he keeps saying, shaking his head. ‘This is not true … not true!’ he keeps thinking, still shocked.
    “Arthur…” Geoffrey stops, unable to continue as his own heart suffers watching the boy he raised since infancy in pain. He swallows and sighs. “I understand this must be hard for you but… It’s the truth, Arthur.”
    “NO!!!!!” Arthur shouts back at his butler. “You’re lying, Geoffrey…...