Back In School—MORNING
When I wake up I find that someone has put a strait jacket on me as I slept. I struggle. Anna Feng pokes her head in the door. She smiles.
When I question her she says it is a “Very special strait jacket! which will help you with your speech to the graduating class today.”
I had almost forgotten, and I didn’t even know where I was supposed to be and when I was to go on.
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