At last, McSweeney’s delivers the Assessment Erotica you were waiting for

She swept her arm across the conference table, scattering rubrics with wild abandon. “Take me,” she cried. Like a pedagogical panther, she climbed on the table and spread her body across the painstakingly collected papers. She licked her lips, which tasted of Burt’s Bees. “I want you to use me until I’m as raw as this data.”
Shouldn’t that be “these data”?

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