The radiator hissed. Not the warm, comforting hiss of a working...

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The radiator hissed. Not the warm, comforting hiss of a working radiator. The angry hiss of something about to break. Bob Kowalski turned the valve. The hissing stopped. The room stayed cold.

He stood at the whiteboard. The whiteboard was not white. It was gray, stained with the ghosts of a thousand lessons. He wrote in dry-erase marker that ran out halfway through every word. "Define 'inertia,'" he said. No one looked up from their phones. He erased the board. The eraser left streaks. He erased again. The streaks stayed. He picked up a piece of chalk from the dollar store. Chalk...

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