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"This is Jean. I can't answer right now. Leave a message and I'll get back to you."

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[welcomeprofessor]

[He gives the choice of play a curious expression as a whole, hitting him with just the right amount of melancholy--likely intended--and sighs. How best to impart what he means?

How about a more literal turnabout to a previous response? That afternoon, she'll find a familiar book--one she's already given in turn, with the marker moved:]

“Hope” is the thing with feathers -
That perches in the soul -
And sings the tune without the words -
And never stops - at all -

And sweetest - in the Gale - is heard -
And sore must be the storm -
That could abash the little Bird
That kept so many warm -

I’ve heard it in the chillest land -
And on the strangest Sea -
Yet - never - in Extremity,
It asked a crumb - of me.