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PROF. LAKEWOOD
I am always at awe by the huge sophisticated corridor on her apartment floor. From the potted plants to the modish wall sized paintings. The carpet under my heels feeling rich and squishy that it always feel as if I was walking on clouds.
My stomach growls loudly and I’m saved from embarrassment by the empty hallway. I’m starved, the only bite I had today being that of an apple. It is a few minutes to seven o’clock having winded my Master’s class early. Only two of the students showed up today and our time together had shortened.
I press the door bell and wait for Rain. The nerves get to me with every passi
