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<正>Gravel crunched under Simon’s worn-out Sketchers as he took the walk of shame up his neighbor’s driveway. The street was deserted and quiet.Simon wanted to be mad at his friends, but he would’ve bolted, too, if one of them had thrown the football into Mr. Martinez’s yard.Unfortunately, he had made the unlucky pass.Simon paused next to one of Mr. Martinez’s ornate, handmade mirrors that he sold from his front yard.
