The saints held our hands before the crowd and led us over a bridge the PTA parents made especially for the graduation. Everyone was so proud of us. But then, in the kitchen, they placed our open palms in a pan sitting on a warming stove burner and told us there was nothing in the world. The saints shook the diploma from my hand and kicked it underneath the stove. We stood in a line and they placed each of our hands in the burning pan and shook our arms, telling us there was nothing in the world.
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