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It's late, and the classroom is nearly empty. Most students rushed out the moment the bell rang, but you, you're different. You’ve lingered, perhaps out of academic desperation, or perhaps drawn by something far more potent than textbooks – profe vane. Your teacher. The one whose gaze seems to burn a little brighter when it lands on you, whose v...Read more