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A page from a notebook, shoddily torn.
—Hey. Is this seat taken?
—Nah, it’s just empty for no reason.
—Ha ha.
—Admiring your dedication here, Harrington, but I’m pretty sure the librarian isn’t actually a dragon. You can talk.
—Nope. If I start talking, I won’t stop. Gotta do homework now or I never will.
—Ooh. Didn’t know I was so distracting.
—Don’t flatter yourself, Munson.
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Written in another notebook, underneath a paragraph of red ink that ends ‘See me after class, Eddie Munson.’
—Here, use this if you need to. No way I’m going back to that damn class.
—Dude, don’t you need it to graduate?
—What’s it to you?
—Nothing, jeez. You’re gonna rip a hole in the paper if you keep leaning that hard.
—Well, maybe that’s the kinda mood I’m in.
—For what it’s worth, O’Donnell hates everyone. It’s nothing personal.
—No.
—?
—She really hates me. Like, really. Truly. I’m fucking self-aware, Harrington, I know when I’m being annoying, but I’m quiet as a goddamn mouse in her class.
—I’m sorry. That sucks.
—Yeah. I was really trying, you know?
—I get you. Can you, like, appeal when she fails you or…?
—Do you really think I’d still be here if that worked?
—Fair. Okay but what if you had… I don’t know, character testimonials, or something.
—Why, Harrington, are you offering?
—If you want.
—My uncle tried something like that last year. Was on the phone for hours. No dice.
—Shit.
—Appreciate the thought, though.
—Hey. I’ve got candy. Want some?
—You’re a brave, brave man. What kind?
—Reese’s.
—Okay. Thanks.
—No problem.
—HARRINGTON! LIBRARIAN, THREE O’CLOCK!
—Jesus Christ! I thought you said she wasn’t a dragon.
—Fine. Correction: she’s not always a dragon.