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by Robbin Tenglin, Dearborn

Keep watching me. You think you're smarter, somehow better, but I'll win. I meet your cold-eyed stare across the table and I realize I've been sitting here for two days now. I'll sit here a hundred more if I have to. My resolve is that much stronger. I watch. And listen. And wait. For you to turn your back. It just takes one second — one second, Mom. I'll slip those cold lima beans off my plate and into my pocket. Those beans will disappear, and I'll be back out on the street.

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