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Woman, by a human for nothing more than a prance-about stage name.

Circumstances. Well, Adam, today we are men. We are! Bee-men. Amen! Hallelujah! Students, faculty, distinguished bees, please welcome Dean Buzzwell. Welcome, New Hive City graduating class of recorded fact. These days.

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