My days at Bellingham College are numbered. As promised, I wait for Neil to arrive at the office and fill in the grade forms for him and his four “associates.” They’re all over-privileged bastards just like their ringleader and none of them deserve even the slightest little break like the one I gave Hollister in my moment of misplaced altruism. It’s a quarter to four and we walk across the quad towards the registrar’s office. Once inside, I see my friend Marlena Mondragon behind the counter. “Hi, Marlena,” I say with a smile. “I’m afraid I have some corrections for you.” With Neil’s presence at my side, I can sympathize with people who are forced to do something at gunpoint. “Not a problem. It happens to the best of them.” Marlena takes the forms and gives them a quick glance. She whistles, opens her mouth to say something, and then realizes Neil is standing there. “Evadne?” “Yes, Lena?” Beads of sweat form on my forehead. “You have five corrections here.”
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Messalina: Devourer Of Men
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