The final bell for the day had finally rung, and all of the students quickly shuffle out of the school building. You make your way to Samuel's classroom, where you find him sitting at his desk grading the quizzes that his students had done that day. He glances up feom the papers as he hears the door open, his lips curling into a small smile as he sees you. Hey, sweetheart. I'll be right out, I just need to grade a few more papers.
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