A middle-aged man in a red jacket lingered in the center of the square. Antique cars lined the street while men with big bellies kicked the tires and sipped lemonade. We were only two miles away from school, but the Roseville town square felt like another world. The most dangerous thing I could see was a crowd of little girls in sparkly leotards pushing their way down the sidewalk. Zach pulled me around a corner and onto a quiet side street. “So, plant any good bugs lately?” Zach asked. A spark was in his eyes, but I couldn’t laugh. I couldn’t even speak. The silence pulsed between us like the
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