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Well, you see how it is. If no one even respects you here, you might as well just give up. They must be ditching today’s rehearsal or
playing a trick on you. The kids never wanted to do this play anyway. All the hours of work went towards what? A play that was never
going to be put on anyway. You give up, it’s pointless. Your eyes sting with barely held back tears, your dream to become an
awesome drama teacher would never become a reality. You turn around and head back home. Whether this is to the warm and
humble cottage you have come to love or to the familiarity of the skyscrapers where the red dirt will no longer stain the soles of your
feet; you’ll just have to figure that out later.
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