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In high school I had an English teacher who I would consider the best teacher I ever had. That’s where I read Bartleby. I had a huuuge crush on her. After a test one day I opened up Vonnegut’s Bluebeard in an attempt to impress her. She was happy a student was reading extra and came over to me and smiled and peaked at the cover of the book and looked at me. I tried to be sly and wink at her but she rolled her eyes and went back to her desk.
Lesson learned.
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