A lighthearted joke
One afternoon, Frank found something waiting in the janitor’s closet. A folded black umbrella leaned sloppily against a bucket and mop. He picked it up slowly, the familiar weight resting in his hand. His stomach tightened for an instant, memories rushing back. But then he noticed students peeking from around the corner, trying—and failing—to stifle laughter. Their grins gave the truth away. It wasn’t malice. It was mischief.
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