It's one of the last few days of Engl 201A, and it's just the English instructor and I left in the classroom. He's in a desk next to me. We are reviewing my paper on the opioid epidemic.
"Do you think that sounds cliche?" I say, pointing to a phrase on the first page.
"Yes," he agrees. He has the essay on his desk, and a pen in his hand.
I delicately reach over, and cautiously take the pen away from him with the single thought that this is the closest I've ever gotten to him.
I cross out half of my sentence, and then hand the pen back.
He takes it without touching me.
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