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Boo Collins (iamtheoddone) wrote in genome_project,

Thursday was Boo's special yogs class. He didn't like to make a huge deal about teaching an anger management therapy yogs class, since it was part of his own rehabilitation. It was an interesting break from teaching rich, middle aged and older women, and it was his only late evening class. Most days he was done by five, but Thursdays ran a bit later.

He usually got a heads up when he got a new student in this particular class, but this time he'd gotten nothing more than a quick phone call about an hour ago. Apparently it was a special case. A last minute addition usually was.

When he got in the door, he was greeted with the usual barage of first night paperwork. There were typically a lot of things to sign. Parole officers liked paperwork or something. As he was gathering papers, an oddly familiar voice assulted his ears in a less than friendly way. He turned to look at Caleb and that still present vindictive streak of his lit up. "Me." Boo grinned, "You must be the last minute addition."