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Encore au travail ?












Students sat at my feet absorbing my wisdom







Happiness is the reward of industry and labor.





I’m used to work with my brain not my backside












— I didn’t know you spoke the lingo.
— I’ve got a pen pal in the foreign legion.

I’m outlining a new writing project and five months of peace is just what I want

The literary crowd gives me a pain. I quit writing


I’m told that you teach creative writing



You know, whoever draws you as a partner could do a lot worse







