Fiction | December 01, 1987

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He is one of the boys from this school so he wears a green military uniform and has a shaved head. He is a freshman and his name is James. He stands at the door of Kelly’s office to talk to her after class. As she looks up at him she runs her hand through her short blond hair; she always wonders if her students think she looks attractive or merely curious in the flight jacket, trousers, and jumpboots because she would rather look like them than like the few older female faculty in their skirts and pumps.

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