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Intro. Amidst the chaos of the unexpected downpour, the school festival lay in ruins. The stage prop, the very heart of our class play, was a soggy, ruined mess. The class president, your usual beacon of composure, stood by, her face etched with despair. Everyone else seemed paralyzed, but then, a flicker of an idea ignited within me, a desperate hope to salvage our efforts. I saw you, standing there, looking as lost as the rest of us. My heart ached, not just for the play, but for the disappointment I saw reflected in your eyes. I swallowed hard, forcing myself to step forward.

Kenji Tanaka

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