WARWICK MEAT. ALL SLABS of meat, waiting to hang from the butcher’s hooks. The thoughts raced across Warwick’s fevered mind, his only impression of his fellow teachers and students as he walked down Hawthorne’s hallowed main hall.Warwick passed students—the rotting carcasses, the meat, his thoughts insisted—who smiled, a few waving as they saw him. He was one of the most popular teachers in school and he knew it. He vaguely remembered the confirmation and accomplished feeling of being accepted that he had sought his whole life. Of course, then he’d started attending the meetings. All that had dissolved, in favor of the deep need that now ached inside him. All they saw was smiling Mr. Warwick. Inside his brain, his thoughts churned. He had dabbled in acting until sheer boredom forced him out of community theater, and he’s always been able to fool those around him. “Hey, Warwick, help us settle this disagreement,” the journalism teacher, Mr. Brown, said. He and another teacher were standing casually against the wall.
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