No one could see the origin of "Boy A"
No one remembers the whereabouts of "Boy A"
No one wants to be labeled, but when he admits that he is a human being, he hangs that cold and heavy sign on his long-bent neck...
We are all "Youth A".
(Campus, a real aristocratic school for further studies, realistic style, slightly dark, slightly hilarious)
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