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There's no joy here," Shekhar murmured. "Books are a chore for them, a hindrance, an obstacle course they have to cross to get a job. They hate them. Books are their enemies. They look like they are on death row, for God's sake." "Well, at least we have got more people in, now." I said, trying to console him. "Those aren't people," said Shekhar, scathingly. "Those are exam zombies!
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