The Professor in the Corner
I The classroom smelled of old paper and floor wax. Twenty students sat in the front rows, their notebooks open, their pens poised. Frank Delaney stood at the back of the room, leaning against the wall, because that was where he always stood. Sitting made him look like he cared, and he didn't want them to think that. "Professor Delaney," said a voice from the third row. "You said last week that...
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