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feeling crept in from, but I embraced it. And why the hell not?
    My friend Lynn was right, Fay had a great life. I had been able to create everything she needed, and now it was time for me try something new. To open myself up finally and try to find happiness for myself, I deserved that.
    “Alright guys, I'm excited to see what you made. I hope you all picked a really delicious food, actually I'm sure you all did.” Coasting through the classroom, the small children were all huddled around circle tables, adding the finishing touches to their art work.
    Art class was one of my favorite times with the kids. Their creativity shined, their imaginations soared to wonderous places that an adult could never imagine.
    Because as we grew, our world and thoughts had changed. Our mind understood the difference between fact and fiction, tangible and dreamy. We had lost our ability to conjure up whimsical fairy tales, and envision the impossible.
    But a child, a child's imagination was pure. Imagination ruled their life, and the idea that if you can think it, dream it, draw it... Anything was tangible.
    The innocence in their eyes and windmill of churning desire to see the unseen, it was a beautiful thing. And that's what made my job amazing.
    “Sara, what did you make?”
    The tiny girl popped up, her toothless grin etched across rosy cheeks. “I made an apple, I love apples.” Her eyes fell to the large red fruit in her hands. “I miss apples, Mommy says I have to wait till my teeth come back.”
    “That won't be long, Sara,” I said, bending to my knees and scooping the picture from her hands. “You'll be eating these again in no time.” Stepping to the giant cork board against the wall, I pinned her fruit in place.
    “Okay...” Scanning the room, I picked another student. “Dante, what did you make?” Folding my hands together, I walked to his table.
    “I... I made eggs. Two eggs, see?” Taking a single finger, he jabbed the crayon picture. “One, two. Eggs are good, but my grandpa says they are loaded with clor.est.rolping.”
    “Well, it sounds to me like your grandpa is just trying to keep himself healthy. Great job, it's going up.” Sticking it with the small tack, I secured it to the brown cushion.
    “Ms. Davidson, I finished mine.” Christopher, a petite boy with jet black hair, stood and walked towards me.
    “Excellent, what food did you make?” I asked, wiggling my fingers with excitement.
    “Here,” he said, holding out a long piece of construction paper.
    Lifting the oddly cut paper, I examined the shape, and colored scribbles.
    What is it?
    Veering my stare, I twisted it around in different directions, holding it up to the lights, and hovering it over the floor. “Um, Chris...”
    My chest pounced with nerves, lip twitching with an uncomfortable snap. I wasn't sure what he had tried to make, but what it looked like didn't resemble any food I  could think of.
    Knock Knock
    “Ms. Davidson...” The door sprung open, and to my shock, there stood Principal Clint with the one man I didn't think I would see again till the weekend.
    Layne.
    What's he doing here?
    Oh, shit.
    Why is he here?
    Both their eyes bulged from the sockets, heads slowly tilting to their shoulders. The blood drained from Principal Clint's face as his brows arched in a curiosity that made my lungs trap all the air inside.
    My eyes dropped to my hands, the elongated shape of a giant construction paper penis, was stiffly gripped in my fingers. “Mr. Clint, hey—hi—hello. I mean hello, Principal Clint.”
    “What's going on here?” He demanded, the whites of his eyes scaled with red veins I could see from ten feet away.
    “Well... The kids were all making healthy food pictures to hang in the classroom. Chris here, he made... Uh... Um...” Twisting the curved, fiber erection in my hands, I didn't know what the hell to say. I literally had no idea what the kid was going for with this one.
    The peach colored paper was wider and