The Real Face of Humanity

Rolly Farrow turned into the scruffy lot housing his first meeting of the day. Independence Hills Elementary School was a staggering mess. It was constructed of brick, which was the best thing it had going for it, but the surrounding trim was peeling and sagging and anyone who actually attempted to walk along the heaving, buckled sidewalk might as well fling themselves down in a preemptive face-plant. There was a playground, of sorts: a chain link fence encircling bare dirt, upon which had been plunked a forlorn playset made of stained, rusting pipes. A lone basketball goal fashioned out of the same dilapidated metal flanked the other end of the area. The whole thing practically gave you tet

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