Got Dropped into a Ghost Story, Still Gotta Work

The warm sunlight streamed into the Fox Counseling Office. Standing outside the window was another version of me. He was gripping my arm and stirring through the tattoo.

...

Huh?

That's someone else, isn't it?

Then I must reject this. Did I break the rules? No. Exactly, this situation isn't right! It isn't right! It isn't right! It isn't right! I must follow the rules because I'm a new teacher who adheres to them.

"All done, Sir."

The hand that had been stirring inside my tattoo withdrew.

Thud.

An object emerged along with the hand that had come out of what should have been an empty tattoo.

"This was inside."

Under the garden's lights, the bold red title came into clear view. A brown file folder.

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