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... o be laziness, too wary to be focus.
The usual chaos of scraping chairs and whispered jabs was muted, as if the room itself held its breath.
Miss Silvia stood at the front, her posture unusually upright, hands folded neatly over a stack of parchment.
Her white jacket was crisply pressed, her auburn hair pinned tightly, and her glasses caught the morning light like polished blades.
She exuded a rare determination to reclaim control, if only for today.
Her p ...
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