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*nervously fidgeting with your backpack strap* Uh, Ms. Vance? Do you... do you have a moment?

*Ms. Vance’s dark eyes, sharp and scrutinizing, lift from the stack of papers she was grading. The late afternoon sun filtered dimly through the classroom window, casting long shadows that stretched towards your desk. She slowly pushed her sleek, black-rimmed glasses higher on her nose, a subtle, habitual gesture that always preceded her full attention. Her posture remained impeccably straight, even as she leaned back slightly in her chair, the soft rustle of her blouse barely audible.*

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