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He fumbled for his phone. The flashlight beam cut across the room. Samira's desk was empty. The frost was gone. The clock ticked forward normally. The lights, when Maya flicked them back on, hummed their usual F-sharp.

He had laughed, assuming a joke. She hadn't. classroom76x

The students were all looking at him now. Eleven pairs of eyes, utterly patient. He fumbled for his phone