The white coat lady opens the door every now and then spaced by thirty minutes or so to call a name. Eventually she called the lanky, brunet beside me. He stands apprehensively. Naturally. Like all the rest. He goes to meet the white coat lady who takes him out of the room through the double doors to deliver his fate through the results. A single piece of paper that had the weight of the world, the value of life inked on its page—nothing but a sheet of paper, but it is everything. Everything.

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