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He was ready. They didn’t know if they were. The first day of school. The first step on a journey their Agents had modeled and planned for. The right school, the right subjects, the best sponsors, it had all been planned and they’d run through it in their minds but they were only human: nervous a little sad even. The worst bit was the fitting. It wasn’t the style. They had enough money to get the best style, fit and of course features. It was the sight of seeing his little face wearing his school glasses. He was so little.