"...why I'll make you a tuna sandwich but I'll use the dark tuna packed in water and I'll not use any mayo in and I'll serve it to your wife on her anniversary with no garnish or pickles or anything, why I'll...'
At this point, the man, writhing now in a paroxysm of mental agony, suddenly yelled "I take it all back. Every one of your IB students will have a finished rough draft of between 8-10 pages by November 1." With that, he crawled back to whatever God-forsaken hole he had crawled out from earlier that day. Quietly, I returned to my maccachino and my reflections."
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