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Chapter 24: Farewell Speech Controversy

Author: Crazy Snail
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The day of the kindergarten graduation dawned bright and breezy, a perfect spring morning filled with the scent of freshly cut grass and the distant screech of overly energetic children being wrangled into pastel-colored formalwear. Inside the auditorium of Little Sprouts Early Learning Center, the air was electric with anticipation.

Colorful streamers zig-zagged across the ceiling like confetti cobwebs. Dozens of helium balloons bobbed and swayed in time with the fans humming above. Tiny wooden chairs were arranged in neat rows at the front of the stage, each bearing a hand-lettered name tag scribbled in crayon. The teachers, dressed in their finest cardigans and clutching laminated programs, buzzed with nervous energy.

Parents filled the folding chairs behind the children, clutching camcorders, phones, and tissues with equal intensity. Someone had already started crying, and the ceremony hadn’t even begun. The music teacher was hunched over a keyboard, whispering what seemed to be t
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