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... days to come up with a festival project proposal that wouldn’t immediately get us banned from all future Academy events.
It was day one, and morale was already collapsing.
In the empty classroom after hours, I watched from my desk with morbid fascination as my students tried—and failed spectacularly—to brainstorm like normal, functional people.
"Okay, hear me out," Julien said, standing on a chair like a demented preacher. "We set up a dueling booth! Visitors can pay to ...
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