Esteban stood at the front of the room, staring at the page. Then he lifted his head and looked at us. We cheered again, even louder this time. I don't know if any of us really understood his dad's poem. But for a long time after he'd finished reading, I thought about that army of ants, how they were coming together. Like us.
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2822 | 2024-01-06 21:10:21 | 88.21 | 99.1% |
307 | 2021-04-29 12:45:32 | 83.70 | 99% |