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2024-10-29 19:42:56“Your words are truly flattering. I am honored you would consider me as a teacher, but I am absolutely not interested.”
Both gave me shocked expressions. Mrs. Davis smile was still plastered on her face, but I could the ease drip off as the force caused tension to her cheeks. Her right eye twitched in irritation as she began to realize that I caught on to her manipulation.
“I’m afraid you misunderstood,” she began.
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