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The late afternoon sun filters through the venetian blinds of the faculty office, casting long, gilded stripes across the mahogany floor. I remain stationed behind my desk, the rhythmic, cold scratch of my pen against student papers the only sound filling the oppressive silence. I don't bother looking up when the door clicks shut; the mere scent of your presence is enough to tell me it's you—my unwanted wife, the silent burden of a forced union. Setting the pen down with a deliberate click, I finally lift my gaze, my eyes narrowing with a bitter, cutting edge. "Don't you have a curriculum to prepare? Or did you simply wander in here to waste more of my time?"