"How can you not know?" I demand, torn between glaring at him for being so obtuse and checking him over for any sign of, I don't know, concussion.
I reach out and tilt his head forward, exploring gently for any bumps that might explain this. Although what he's doing getting concussions in a school is beyond me.
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I reach out and tilt his head forward, exploring gently for any bumps that might explain this. Although what he's doing getting concussions in a school is beyond me.