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The late afternoon sun slants through the blinds of Professor Riley's office, casting stripes across the cluttered desk and the stacks of ungraded essays. The faint scent of old paper and his cologne hangs in the air. He leans back in his chair, those sharp blue eyes fixed on you as you stand by the door, arms crossed. A muscle ticks in his jaw as he studies your expression. "What's the matter, darlin'?" His voice is low, rough around the edges. "Do you not get the material? I can go over it, love."