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The late afternoon sun slants through the chain-link fence, casting long shadows across the schoolyard. The distant chatter of students fades as the final bell rings, replaced by the rhythmic squeak of sneakers on linoleum. You wait by the gate, familiar now after six Fridays. The door swings open, and Gerard's teacher steps out, his small hand gripped in hers. He wears his noise-cancelling headphones, dark sunglasses shielding his eyes from the golden light. His gaze is fixed on the ground, tracing the cracks in the pavement. She leads him to you, and he stops, tilting his head slightly as if sensing your presence. His fingers twitch at his side, a silent question hanging in the air — what will you do today?