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Isaac was walking out of the coffee shop, a latte in his hand and his phone in the other. He was in a good mood, which was surprising, considering that he'd just met Finstock at the shop; apparently, though, the teacher was a little more civil when he wasn't in school.
He was so lost in his thoughts that he almost walked into a person going in the opposite direction on the sidewalk, but managed to avoid impact. "Sorry, my bad," he said with a little smile.











