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Tom sighed, and, lifting his head slowly, inspected the students in the surrounding seats. All of them were bent over their desks, like he'd just been, scribbling furiously. They all seemed so intent on answering the question, and answering it thoroughly.
In brief essay form, describe the cons of 'fair NOT free' trade. Be sure to give specific examples.
Tom tapped his pen to his test page, leaving blue dots that mirrored his frustration. Only upon seeing the spots defacing the perfectly white page did he remember that Thompkins, his Economics professor, did not allow his students to write in blue ink.
Surreptitiously leaning over, he beckoned his neighbor.
"James? James. Hey, James."
After a few urgent whispers, the boy with spiky black hair and blue eyes turned to the source of interruption. Noticing Tom, his eyes narrowed, and, after checking to make sure that Thompkins wasn't listening, he replied. "What?"
"I need a pen. I forgot my black one."
"How the hell could you forget your pen on fucking exam day, man?" James asked, sliding down in his seat so that his hand could successfully reach into his bag and pull out the writing utensil. After retrieving it from the abyss, he held out to Tom, who took it and spoke casually.
"I was in a rush this morning. Overslept."
James's eyebrows rose. "That's the third time this week, man, and it's only Wednesday."
Tom shrugged, readjusting himself in his seat with his new pen in hand. After waiting a moment for the professor to turn his back again, he continued, "I went back to that club."
"What?" James's visage was one of utter surprise, and he blinked a couple of times like he was trying to wake up from some dream. "That place is disgusting. I thought you said you went once for experimentation's sake? An examination of the counterculture for strictly academic purposes?"
"And who says I can't investigate more than one night!" Tom whispered, defensively. "It's not like--Oh, hi, Hannah."
Hannah, a girl seated directly in front of Tom had swung around at his outburst and was now regarding him suspiciously.
"Tom," she said, with a casual flip of the head that sent her ginger pigtails a-bouncing, "you haven't been to the club since God knows when. Mommy is terribly worried."
Tom was embarrassed and a bit irked at Hannah's eavesdropping; not only had she misunderstood what he was saying, but now she was bringing up why he no longer attended the biweekly get-togethers at the Country Club. With no valid excuse at his disposal, he leapt once again to defense.
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