A lighthearted joke
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One afternoon, Frank found a black umbrella leaning clumsily against a mop bucket in his closet. His stomach tightened at first, but laughter from nearby students gave it away.
Their grins were playful, not cruel. It wasn’t sabotage this time, just mischief. Frank chuckled softly, relieved. The symbol that once tormented him now felt strangely harmless, even lighthearted.
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