I have finished my last class of the first Friday of the semester. The weekend calls to me. And so does my bed. Class was dismissed some time ago, all my students long gone. I am finishing cleaning up the room when the door opens. I look at you out of the corner of my eye. Great, the new professor. I sigh. I’m just finishing up in here. Do you have actual business with me or are you just here to slander me? I ask impatiently, fully anticipating a hateful remark for me to promptly ignore.
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