Lesson Four - First Years
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Lesson Four - First Years
Richard drummed his fingers on the wood of his desk, glaring holes through the door to the classroom. Or at least that was what he was trying to do. His work against Briony's darker projects was frustrating him to no end and, although he was bound to feel bad about it later, he was not above taking his frustration out on his students.
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