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Al knocked his head against the door frame staring into his empty classroom with a nearly blank mind. A sliver of his untamed mane slashed through his dark stare and tickled the bridge of his nose. With some effort he ignored the urge to reach up and scratch. Shit. What time was it?
He slid his attention sidelong to a sleek, gracefully modern clock pinned to the wall over a blank white board at the head of the room. He'd been politely asked to keep a tight schedule and formal addiction to punctual behavior Monday through Saturday. He blew out a breath tasting the lingering mint of his toothpaste.
"A schedule from eight to twelve seems a little obsessive," he muttered finally pushing off from the door to pace those first, tentative steps into the immaculately clean room.
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