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Dean Qualisi
‘It’s impossible! How in the world did she get in? Has anybody yet seen her? Lord Sanuali, bless us! How will we manage all of this? It’ll be all over the town no later than we can spell Desis. They will call it a scandal. Guess who is going to be answerable? The Dean of Aprameya University! My dear, Professor Zara. How am I going to manage it?’ The shaky voice cried as loud footsteps scurried along the dingy illuminated corridor. Dean Qualisi, Chancellor of the Aprameya University half-jogged to a majestic circular staircase with Professor Zara hot on his tails. They chatted animatedly about everything to nothing. Professor Zara fumbled with words to speak something pleasing, however, had not met with much success. Dean Qualisi’s plated braids, standing perpendicular above his head,
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