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She picks it up. Unfolds it. Reads it aloud:

“Imagine you throw a ball. Now imagine the ball is a moon. Now imagine the thrower is a god, and the arc is the shape of all your regrets. Solve for t.” classroom100x

She wears the same gray dress every day, but no one can remember its exact shade. Is it charcoal? Slate? The color of a coming storm? Her eyes scan the hundred rows, and somehow, impossibly, they find you. She picks it up