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“We’re having class now,” I said to Duangchay.

“I’m just here to print. Be done in a minute,” he responded without looking up. He continued to log in.

“You have to leave now.” I stood up from my seat. Duangchay looked at me for the first time.

“Who the hell are you?”

“The instructor. Get out now.”

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