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AMOS YEE & THE PRICE OF REMORSE

That was not the boy I saw today, coming up the spiral staircase from the basement of the State Courts. The boy I saw today would barely lift his eyes off the floor and his feet. The boy I saw today clutched a totebag of belongings to his chest as if it were a shield. The boy I saw today would only walk with his mother, and wouldn’t speak to anyone.

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