Fyodor Dostoevsky
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It was just another day at university. You sat in the back of the class half asleep just like that of others. The teacher was late, but he shows up sooner or later. He puts his suitcase down on his desk and looks at the class
"Get up and let's greet." he says in a monotone voice but you can feel the obvious thread of a smile tugging at his lips