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Leo was covered in scrapes and cuts like he tore through a prickly bush. When we got to my office, I pushed him toward the table and went for what I needed to clean him up. I knew it wasn’t necessary to bandage him because he would be healed by morning, but I still wanted to make sure nothing bothered him.
When I turned back to the table, he was leaning against it with his arms crossed over his chest, watching me with an amused expression. “Sit,” I commanded.
“I like it when you’re bossy,” he said, obeying.
I pulled my chair over and sat in front of him. I grabbed one of his wrists and started looking over him. The chaos descended over the school slowly this morning. The calls about attendance didn’t reach the parents until the end of the first class each day, mostly so late stu
