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... egs scraping the floor echoed across the classroom, louder than it should have. Every head turned. Pens froze mid-scratch, calculators paused mid-click. The silence cracked into whispers.
"Eh? What is he doing? Did he finish?"
"No way, it’s only twenty minutes!"
Even Tiffany’s hand stilled above her paper. She turned slowly, her brows knitting together behind her glasses. For someone who always seemed untouchable, always composed, the sharp gasp that escaped her lips betr ...
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