"Do you believe in unicorns?" he asks. This 9-year-old boy thinks he's being cute, funny, gently mocking his teacher as he is. He knows that it would be ridiculous for a grown man to believe in something like unicorns. Something like an invisible being. Something like a miracle. It would be incomprehensible for any thinking person to believe in something like spilt blood giving life. Something like trust, or hope. Something like love.
"Do you believe in unicorns?" If only he knew.
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