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Jim shrugged back to his long red robe, gave a quick, half-hearted swipe at his home made mop, which was now even more out of control than usual, and shouldered his way out of the swampy atmosphere of the high school locker area. The football match had re-energized his previously smoldering brain cells. The tedious honors Calculus class that he taught just before lunch wasn't the highlight of his day. Not that he didn't like the subject matter, mathematics had always come easy to him, but attempting to convince a bunch of 11th grade students that the logic of how derivatives was really something that they had to master so as to endure was another matter. He bantered with students as he made his way through the herd of students aimlessly hurrying to their next classes. He perked up even more as he got closer to his own den, the kitchen. Jim was not a vain man, but he wasn't ashamed of his own art in the kitchen. He was famous for his brussel sprouts sautéed in balsamic vinegar. Just considering this delectable creation made his mouth water. Before he knew it's the school day had e.. .