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A boy-man makes his way onto stage.

They're all staring at him, five-hundred odd shining, dejected, anguished, jealous, and plain old tired faces.

Lost in a sea of his peers, Jousiah nervously prepares.

He's valedcation of the class of "who knows who cares". He's excepted to make some triumphant, self-serving speech to deaf ears.

Jousiah adjusts the mic with sweaty palms and they all lean in.

"Ehmm. Hello class, goodbye class. It's been one hell of a ride and I know you're tired of listening..."

"Go now, be free!"

Jousiah drops the mic and the arena erupts.

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