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When the Old Man Speaks

Old American classic

His presentation was over. James quietly walked to his seat satisfied.

On the way, he exchanged an exploding fist bump with Clive. Bob, one row down, gave him a high five. Little J, two rows down, just pointed a congratulatory index finger.

Mrs Thompson, the middle-aged teacher watched them from her seat in the corner of the class. Before today, she was quite sure she had seen everything that could occur in classroom. She couldn’t hide her surprise.