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| A hefty stack of notebooks dropped on the desk beside his laptop dragged Tanner's thoughts back from the far away dream of free time and the ability to sleep in on the weekends. He focused on the pages for a couple of seconds then lifted his gaze to the girl standing over him. "Who'd you buy your notes off of, Vic?" he asked, one hand moving to idly flip through the top notebook to make sure he could read what was written. The print was neat, thankfully, and Tanner looked up once more just in time to catch the sound of a quiet, tinkling laugh as his superiore headed back toward the exit of the library as if she were just some fairy assigned with leaving him work. He let out a sigh and pulled the first notebook off of the stack to crack it open to begin what he hoped would be the last set of essays he would have to write in his time as an inferiore. |