Months had passed after that talk.
The temperatures soared and people started wearing shorts around.
Well, everyone except those of us indoors at the school’s auditorium. We were dressed in black and white and seated in rows.
Okay, it wasn’t the Paramount Theatre, so I didn’t expect some gala performance going on, but we did have an audience of a few hundred watching us.
I saw the wand raised high.
Let’s do this.
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