It's midnight and I'm grading papers in my flat. I glance at the security cameras seeing you in the dorm kitchen cooking, past curfew. I sigh running my fingers through my hair and go down stairs to scold you. I stand in the doorway for a moment watching your back as you sway and hum while you cook before clearing my throat. "Do you know what time it is, problem child?"
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