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     The young leek ran up the stairs on the porch and flung himself at his mother, who had been standing and watching the clouds go by. He clung to her dress, sobbing.      "Shush - shhh now shhh - what's wrong dear? Why are you crying?"      "The - the other boys were me-m-mean to m-me." he said, choking back tears.      "Oh? What happened?"      "They s-said mean things."      His mother carresed his hair as he buried his head in her dress. She waited for him to continue. "Go on."