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Jul 2017
Have you ever heard your voice on a microphone? Distant and fade, almost like someone else is speaking, saying the things you want to say.

You are not sure if people can hear you over your pounding heart. Your hands tremble, you feel a chill go down your spine. You exhale as if blowing air into a lit candle.

Smiling faces catch your eye, you can feel their anticipation. Your voice still seems distant and fade; unfamiliar. You close your eyes for a second, but it feels like eternity. Before you know it, the crowd is clapping and cheering.

As you hand over the mic and walk off the stage, you wonder what really happened.
FE
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FE  33/F/Massachusetts
(33/F/Massachusetts)   
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     Fawn and Johnny Scarlotti
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