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I'm completely breathless. I used to run six miles a day, and now I can hardly jog across campus with my bag in tow.
His office door is open.
"I just wanted to say 'thank you' again," I say to him, struggling with my words either from the exertion or from the anxiety. "How about I buy you a coffee?" He's my hero for the day. I left my wallet in the classroom, and the Engl 201B professor had given it to campus police before I even figured out it was missing.
"No," he responds, smiling, looking a little embarrassed.
"Are you sure? It's the least I can do."
He tells me "no" again before finally relenting. "I like diet sodas."
"What kind?"
"Diet Pepsi or Diet Coke or Diet Dr Pepper."
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