An angry boss
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The principal’s voice grew harsher with every word. He demanded to know if Frank was behind the mess in the gym. “Is this some kind of joke?
The entire floor is filled with umbrellas! Practice starts in two hours. Where are you?” His tone carried more than frustration—it carried disbelief. “This is your responsibility,” he snapped. Frank felt cornered again.
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