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... to learn, but he was probably wondering what he should teach me. Next morning, he came into my room carrying more books and tools than he could hold in his arms. The biggest idea that he was carrying were wooden blocks.


Hubert smiled at me as he placed three blocks in front of me as I quietly sat at the table.


“Can you stack two of these three blocks on top of each other?”


“Buffo.”


I heard Hans laugh behind me and a hint of anger rising from Natalie. Hans ...

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