"As I was standing up there, my so-called peers standing next to me, biased teachers sitting in front of me, the only thing that kept me from thoughts of bitterly lashing out against them all was my mother sitting in the third row. Still," he admitted. "Those thoughts kept creeping up. You know the kind that fester until you almost stop differentiating between one person and another? Then I saw this man in the back I had never seen before that day. I looked over at him a few times, and that's when I realized that he was wearing a sophisticated disguise."
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