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Walk in.

lights bright,

desks cool,

and sweat drops.

A lone student walks into a big hall.

A massive hall.

A hall bigger than a gym.

Used for what?

To scrible characters on a pice of paper.

That paper decides his future.

That paper decides his life.

He becomes uncomfortable.

Why did he pick this chair?

Third row.

Fourth desk.

His neighbor stands up.

Walks to the front.

Exchanges words with the professor.

And leaves.

His paper is filled with characters.

His life is now on a bingo board.

G-53 is the space he needs.

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