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... d into the classroom—and it was buzzing. Louder. Busier. The energy was electric as students hustled about, prepping for the upcoming Tournaments. Everyone was hyped.
And then there was Lorraine. Sitting at her desk, arms folded, expression colder than ice. Even after that mixer, I still had zero intention of talking to her. But Anna—being Anna—had other plans.
She tugged me along until we were standing right in front of Lorraine’s desk. I stayed quiet, trying not to roll my eyes ...
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