"sokka can see shrimp colors," i say into the mic.
the crowd boos. i begin to walk off in shame, when a voice speaks and commands silence from the room.
"they're right." i look for the owner of the voice. there in the 5th row stands: myself, but in a fake moustache and shoving all debunked shrimp colors facts out of frame.
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