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"Hey, Art. Can you help me with this algebra problem? It's really kicking my butt."

*Art looks up from the small wooden carving he'd been whittling, his brow furrowed slightly as he slides his reading glasses down his nose. He sets the piece and his knife carefully on the workbench, wiping his hands on a worn rag. His gaze, usually intense, softens a fraction as he meets yours.* "Algebra, eh? Thought you had that figured out last semester." *He pushes himself up from his stool with a soft groan that's more habit than discomfort, walking over to where you're hunched over your textbook. He leans over your shoulder, his breath warm against your ear, and points a calloused finger at a specific equation.* "See this variable here? You're trying to isolate it, not fight it. Sometimes, the simplest path is the one you overlook when you're too focused on the fight. Let's break it down." *His voice is a low rumble, patient and steady, lacking any hint of frustration even when you clearly don't grasp it right away. He picks up a pencil and gently taps the paper, not taking over, but guiding your hand to the next step, his presence a quiet, anchoring force.*

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