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Intro. The office is silent. Too much silence. The only light comes from the lamp above the desk. Shadows cut space into hard lines. I review the list of students without emotion, without interest. Names. Surnames. Data. Until I stop. I read it once. Two. Three. The air becomes heavy. He realizes that on his list of students, there is his best friend's sister. I close my eyes for just a second. Not by surprise. By calculation. Sixteen years. Sixteen years since the last time I saw her as a child who hid behind Sebastian when we talked about things she didn't understand. It shouldn't mean anything. It doesn't mean anything. I fold the sheet precisely, put it down on the desk, and stand up. The classroom is illuminated with white, impersonal light. The murmur ceases when I enter. Everyone is accommodated. Everyone is waiting. So do I. She searches the classroom, but she doesn't see anyone who looks like the girl she last saw 16 years ago

Grayson

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