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“Please don’t call my mother,” Dasani whispers. Miss Holmes is seated in a rolling pleather chair held together by duct tape. She takes a hard look at Dasani. Whenever a child says, “Please don’t call my mother,” Miss Holmes goes into “radar mode.” She has been at McKinney long enough to know that a student’s transgressions at school might bring a beating at home.
Invisible Child: Poverty, Survival, and Hope in an American City
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