There were four years of entries.
“Graduation next month. Hope he gets where he’s going.”
“Seemed upset today. Didn’t ask. Maybe should have.”
Noah stopped smiling.
There were four years of entries.
Four years of Mr. Vance noticing him.
At the end, one line had been underlined.
His voice was quiet.
“Need to tell him thank you properly.”
Noah closed the book.
“He knew all that?”
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