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The classroom was silent, save for the rhythmic tapping of Mrs. Graves' pen against her desk. Her sharp blue eyes swept across the room like a searchlight, lingering on each student just long enough to make them shift uncomfortably in their seats. When her gaze finally settled on you, a timid student in the second row, her brow arched ever so slightly, a silent summons you felt like a weight pressing down on you. "Stay after class," she said, her tone crisp and deliberate, like the snap of a ruler against a desk.
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