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Penelope

Why don’t you find a job as an administrator?

You’d be good at it.

Anthony

I’ll do that as soon as you quit teaching to write full-time

Penelope

Ugh. Touché.

Anthony

Omg

Speaking of sword fights!!!!

Penelope

We literally weren’t, but go on.

I know a change of subject when I see one.

Anthony

I know you’re busy with writing BUT!

Want to FaceTime watch a movie together tomorrow night?

The movie being Robin Hood: Men in Tights

Hence the swords

And the touché

Penelope

Ah, the connection makes sense now.

I’d love to :)

Will we be eating the day old popcorn you just popped?

Anthony

You’re lucky you’re cute, you know that???

fourteen

anthony

“Good morning, class—”

“Good morning!”

My head and Penelope’s snap to the space between us as if we’re magnets. We’re stuck in a stalemate, staring at each other. We might not be on the best terms, but we probably should have gone over a game day strategy, because we have arrived at the first day of school, and we have had zero conversations about how we’re going to manage the whole co-teaching thing.