The audience was made up of parents, teachers, and a few other curious folks from town, all sitting hushed in anticipatory silence as the school orchestra assembled onstage. The future was not so black. He reappeared in street clothes, his cropped hair not even damp from the shower, fresh-faced and sweetsmelling. I took the usual way home.
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