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Suddenly, I emerged from (ah, that's what it was) torpor to find myself, on a Saturday night, a pile of marked essays beside me, fiddling with the bulleting on my workload form.
After I had clawed my way off the window ledge, I decided that I'd go with numbering instead —
(Well, at least I've been reading Emily Dickinson.)
After I had clawed my way off the window ledge, I decided that I'd go with numbering instead —
(Well, at least I've been reading Emily Dickinson.)
