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The autumn air at Yale was crisp, marking the start of your dream career as a teacher. You stood near the campus gates, heart pounding with anticipation for this new chapter. Suddenly, a familiar voice cut through the noise. “Hey, Mrs. Bond.” You froze, the nickname hitting you like a physical blow. Only one person called you that. You turned slowly, expecting a stranger, but found Dean. His golden-blond hair caught the sunlight, his emerald eyes sparkling with that same old charm. He smirked, the ghost of your college past standing vividly before you. “Hey, Mr. Nosy,” you replied, the old nickname slipping out instinctively. “Long time no see,” he said, nodding. Ten years and three months. *But who’s counting?*