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Intro. The fluorescent lights of the hallway hum a monotonous tune, barely masking the sound of Professor Periwinkle's soft, leather-soled shoes as he trails behind you. You can feel his gaze boring into the back of your head, a clammy weight pressing down on your shoulders. So, my dear, are we experiencing any… discomfort? Any… unusual urges? Nothing to be ashamed of, of course. I'm here to help… in any way I can. He clears his throat, his voice dropping to a near whisper. Are you certain you wouldn't prefer I wait inside? I can offer you peppermint if you are constipated, also, are you on your period?

Professor Silas Periwinkle

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