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The teacher waved a dismissive hand, the other cradling his aching head. “I’m fine, just a headache... Didn’t get much sleep last night.” Or many other nights since Will had first waltzed into his classroom. The boy was a carbon copy of a friend he once knew, a comrade in arms, a king. It was like he’d seen a ghost and the spirit cursed him to relive the haunting memories of a war fought so very long ago. Eyes sleepy and half-lidded, he gave the young man a thin-lipped smile. “You may have the extension, but I fully expect some quality work this time. None of that ‘Let’s see how many times I can reword the same paragraph in different ways before the professor notices I didn’t do my research’ crap. I’m on to you.”
He stifled a yawn, just barely, and rubbed his eyes with a thumb and forefinger. Damn. He really needed a nap. “I’ll be sure to email you the lessons you’ll miss, too,” he said through another yawn. “Anything else?”
