| Monday morning, October 18th. School is about to start. |
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 | Ah, good morning, Adrien. Benevolent day, isn't it? Perfect temperature, not a cloud in sight... | |
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| Indeed, Lin. If not for the cacophany of students I had to tolerate this morning, I would say today is perfectly benign. But, alas, a teacher gets no rest. My kids' boisterousness knows no bounds. | |
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| If we are being candid, Adrien, those kids are just learning how to fit into their bodies. Do not be so callous to their growth. | |
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| I cannot help it, Lin. I have tried gentle cajoling, begging, and apathy, but the only thing that seems to work is being, 'the Belligerent, Horrible Teacher of Room 115.' | |
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| Oh, grow a heart. Well, I have to hurry off to work. It was a pleasure seeing you, Adrien. | |
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| And you, Lin. | |
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