FORTY-SEVEN

The janitors were silent as the confetti fell. Thousands of people left the arena. The house lights came on. The floor glittered like a disco ball had unraveled.

They set to work, and hours later the floor was spotless. A new crowd entered.

Welcome to Janitor Hell.

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