Like an Old Lou Reed Song

The professor was walking down the hall. Dust caught frozen in the early Spring dusk, he was thinking about Tony Hammer, once his favourite student, and now a character to avoid at all costs. A whole year without ever writing a single line to him! The gall of the fellow!
- Yo! Over here, bro!
He turned to see the person who thus addressed him. Disrespect!
- Wouldn’t happen to have a couple of quarters, right? Just enough for a cup of coffee? –Hammer yelled at him. He was standing by the coffee machine, beaming broad smile on his face.


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