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... I was being asked to identify.
Ms. Vance walked between the rows distributing packets with the kind of reverence usually reserved for handing out indictments. Her heels clicked against the floor in perfect rhythm. Click. Click. Click. The sound of my impending doom arriving in three-inch intervals.
"You have ninety minutes," she announced, her voice carrying that specific teacher quality that made even breathing feel like a crime. "Begin when I say."
I looked down at the ...
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