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I trudge through the dull backwater of my brain marked for Welton a little longer, before the shrill chime of the bell reminds me how highly unbecoming it is for a teacher to stand upon their desk. It's time to return to dry land, though I've found no different path. Time to seize the day. Mr. Todd Anderson teaches his first lesson of freshman English for this year. (Heard the theory that Mr Anderson is Todd Anderson and ran with it)
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