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Mr. Loggins has been reddening, his fists gone tight with anger, but Tom has stumbled onto Mr. Loggins’ counseling script and there he momentarily finds his ground.

“This isn’t about me, Tom,” he says.

But:

“Of course it’s about you,” says Tom. He is on his feet now. His face is practically glowing with the dream-wroth. “It’s always been about people like you. How could I have been so blind?

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