At the very end of lunch, just as I was finishing and getting ready to leave the classroom in Bridget Teacher's hands, Ruby said to me,
"Teacher, I don't want to go to hell."
"What? You don't want to go to hell?"
"Yes. Hell. I don't want to go to hell."
"Oh. ...Who talked to you about hell?"
"My mommy. I don't want to go to hell."
"My mommy. I don't want to go to hell."
"Well, I don't want to go to hell, either. ...Where do you want to go?"
"I want to go to my house."
Well, yes, that would be a better alternative.
Well, yes, that would be a better alternative.
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