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It was hard to hold his eyes open at this point as the teacher straightened the last of the papers on his desk. It seemed tonight would be a night actually spent at home; that was if he could make it out the door before exhaustion persuaded him to stay.
A sudden knock on the open door frame startled him, though he made no movement other than to look over his shoulder and see who the visitor was. Surely all the students would have gone home by now and frankly, he was too tired for the children at the moment.
Well. The visitor in this case wasnβt much better than if it had been one of the students. Weary eyes met the sunglasses and he studied him for a second before turning his attention back to gathering his things.
βHello, Mic.β













