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there a reason it’s so quiet?

good. i won’t take no for an answer.

some group at a tailgate dumped all their leftovers on me. there’s too much to know what to do with, and the beer’s shit. open invitation to teachers, and coaches, to swing by my place, and take what they want.

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hire a woman, collin. we’re an equal opportunity employer.

apparently no one’s seen a good bottle of wine before.

that’s a good thing, right?

you, what?

⠀ sent to the work group chat with no further explanation. ⠀

calling a staff meeting tonight at my place. if you’re in town for the summer, you’re 𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒂𝒈𝒆𝒅 to attend.

( the pencil in his hand snapped in half, and he flicked the splintered pieces across the desk. ) 𝒆𝒏𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉. ( he quickly rose from the seat, towering over the desk. ) you think you can just come in here, and tell me what i can, and can’t, do?

( he’s busy scribbling something on paper, not bothering to glance up, even as the blinds continue to rattle. ) you marched in here like you own the place. would you rather it be a suspension?

detention.

⠀ leaned back in his chair, feet propped atop his cluttered desk, shoes crossed at the ankles. sunlight filtered through the half-open blinds, casting lazy stripes across an empty coffee mug. 𝒂͟𝒏͟𝒚͟𝒐͟𝒏͟𝒆͟ is welcome to come in. ⠀

is someone giving you a hard time? i’ll teach them some manners.

you have kids? huh. who knew.

one almost got his dad fired.

is this a game to you?