An unorthodox Teaching style

An unorthodox Teaching style Sitting by herself in the refectory after lunch, Suzy sighed into her cup of coffee, her ears drooping down over each shoulder. Why couldn't she get a decent boyfriend? It was not as though she did not TRY, but every time...

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