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I didn’t go to school on Tuesday and Wednesday. Wednesday was the last day of school before summer vacations. I missed the student council interview. I should be upset because it had been my goal since I entered high school. But I can’t seem to bring myself to care. Dumbo brings his toy pillow to me. I take it from him and throw it at the far corner of the garage. He runs after the pillow. His two puppies chase him but they are too young and tiny to catch up. When Dumbo brings the pillow back to me, they try to snatch it away from him on the way. But Dumbo beats them and softly places the pillow on my lap. I love playing this game with Dumbo. It’s soothing because of its predictability. And he never gives up. Every time I throw the toy, he brings it back to me. The garage’s sliding door