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Morgan felt like their eyes were glazing over as they stared at the pile of short stories in front of them. As much as they loved their job, some of these kids were really suffering in the creative part of their creative writing assignment. With a sigh, they stood up and stretched before moving back to the line at the counter, desperately needing more coffee. They were so lost in their own world and thoughts that they didn’t hear the name that had been called out and just instinctively reached for the cup, taking a sip. Making a face, they coughed before looking at the man. “I think that was yours.”







