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turned back to the microphone.
“Dr. Wallace,” he said, “with respect, I can’t accept my diploma until my mother is seated where I asked her to sit.”
The room erupted again.
Damian stood halfway, face burning.
Beatrice grabbed his wrist. “Do something.”
But there was nothing left for him to do.
The principal, Dr. Wallace, approached the microphone, visibly continue reading …
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