Things seemed to want to begin again, so Johnston tapped the secret button now permanently installed above his left shoulder.
Everything stopped.
He breathed a deep sigh of relief and boredom.
Tired, he hobbled onward toward the locker room at the end of the longest hallway at the school he had attended all his life.
Quickly, he was old (despite what you might hear).
And then he died.
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