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“You- You are far too much like your mother.” The wine bottle is clutched in his hand, are the slur in his voice gives evidence to perhaps, just how much he’s had. Too much, and in the privacy of his office it hadn’t seemed to matter. But the door had been open enough it seemed, enough to invite a student in for what they shouldn’t see. “I remember her. So closed off, such a shallow girl.”














