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On the last day of school in 1964, the students anxiously waited for the bell to ring, signaling the start of summer. Mrs. Neville, their homeroom teacher, rambled on about the importance of reading and thinking during the break. As the other classes were released early, the students grew restless, but Mrs. Neville held them back until the very last moment. Before letting Cory go, she asked if he would consider entering a writing contest. As he left the classroom, he looked back at the aging teacher staring at the empty desks, realizing that summer was not just about freedom, but also about the passing of time.