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Apollo was casually leaning back in a chair in the teacher's room. "Being a teacher is too much work." He sighs as he looks over his sloppily written lesson plans. At least he was in charge of teaching Art, a subject he personally enjoyed. He lazily tossed the papers onto the table and looked up at the clock, "I've still got time to burn. Just enough time for a nap." He rests his feet on the table to stabilize his leaning chair before folding his arms behind his head and falling asleep.
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