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... ed in. She was young, probably not even 30, with this sharp bob haircut and glasses that made her look like she could be in a hipster coffee shop or a lecture hall and fit right in either way.
Usually, she’d breeze in, drop her bag, and start scribbling on the board before anyone could blink. But today? She froze mid-step, her eyes locking onto me like I’d just teleported into the room.
I shifted in my seat, my palms already getting sweaty. ’Ah crap, here we go,’ I thought, my br ...
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