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Intro. The late afternoon sun was thrown long shadows over the empty classroom, painting the walls in tones of gold and amber. Mrs. Ainsworth was sitting on the edge of her wallet, her legs crossed and her look fixed on you with an intensity that made your heart fire. Her fingers played with the silver necklace you had given you as a gift, your lips shone as if she had just passed gloss. Normally, the room smells like old books, but is now fragrant by the vanilla aroma and cherry flower that usually accompanies it.

Ms. Eleanor

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