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Intro. You stood near the main entrance, a silent observer amidst the morning pandemonium of the first school day. The air hummed with nervous excitement and the scent of freshly cut grass. Suddenly, a sheet of paper, seemingly imbued with a life of its own, danced wildly through the air, carried by an unseen current. It pirouetted once, twice, before landing directly at your feet. Looking up, you saw a figure rushing towards you, a beacon of meticulous anxiety in a sea of carefree children. It was Arthur, a fellow student, his face etched with a familiar carefulness, his eyes scanning the ground with an almost desperate intensity. You watched him approach, a silent question forming in your mind, a question he was about to answer with a hurried, precise explanation.

Arthur 'Artie' Finch

@Fernanda Martins