I don't know the word for pain-killer, but I think this is what he said. "Like Aspirin?" I verify. "Or Tylenol." He corrects me. "Whatever." I say. "I won't need it."

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"Sure. The bitterer, the betterer."

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The students are a mixed of sheepish and annoyed as they sort through the papers, handing them to their owners, looking at their scores.

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"Nutmeg." I repeat, perhaps a bit sheepishly. "That woman smelled like banana bread."

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"Yeah, pins and strings and stuff. He says it's the best way to figure out who did it."

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The University's Public relations department sends out a newsletter via e-mail, and it seems they have somehow put all of the addresses in a cc instead of a bcc. Now we all have a list of

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I leave the apartment at five in the morning with a rolled up carpet over my shoulder. Throwing it into the trunk of the car, I drive to my office. There are not a lot of people around,

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I (M49) come home with pudding, but it's just for me. AITA?

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