At The Sterile School, everything is Sterile. The fluorescent lights are sterile. The people: sterile. The business casual outfits. The deadlines. The awkward conversations where nobody says what they mean or mean what they say. It was all Sterile. No color. No personality. Just White. And Clean. And perfect. And Conventional. And Boring. And Stifling…
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