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“Excuse me, ma’am, I don’t have a camera. Could I prevail on you for just one shot?” After a startled glance, she smiled. “Of course. You can borrow it, if you like. So long as they aren’t right together. We’re in the W’s, so my boy will be close to the end, poor kid.” “She’s in the M’s.” “Oh, that’s good. It won’t be a problem, then.” “Thank you, ma’am. I really appreciate it.” Just then, the band struck up the familiar strains of “Pomp and Circumstances,” a trace flat here and sharp there, but close enough to suffice. The graduates started down the aisle, two by two. How young most of them looked. Was he getting so old? Then he saw Mari. Her partner was a short dark girl of the InDinay. Their expressions were sweetly grave, their pace careful and dignified. The earrings and necklac