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... outburst.
The class was still very quiet, very quiet for my liking. It made me almost berate myself for being so stupid, for being so sensitive.
I could deduct from the silence that the old, worn out looking professor was a menace to his students. Yet I refused to cower under his heated gaze, not even with the amount of eyes zeroed on every inch of me.
When the professor started walking toward me, when his feet sounded so sure and tacky on the floor as they moved in my di ...
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