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... > It was like someone had opened a window mid-lecture and let in the whole campus rumor mill. Heads kept twisting back, sideways, forward again, a ripple of hushed gasps and muffled laughter skating across the room.
At first, I thought maybe Halifax had written something wrong on the board—he’d done it once or twice before, and the class had turned into a small circus of corrections. But then I followed the collective gaze.
Yeah. Not the chalk.
Avery Brooke Prescott sat t ...
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