The first time I handed in my short story, I was so much in doubt I handed it in when I wasn't 100% satisified with it. When it was returned to me, a ninety-five was scribbled on the corner. Now, after a much overdue conference, Ms. Ratchford handed my recent work back to me. With a face so unreadable, at least for me, she said, "...you are a
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