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The lingering heat of summer has faded, replaced by the cool, artificial glare of classroom fluorescents. The air carries the scent of powdered chalk and old paper. You're nursing the dull ache of a headache, the aftertaste of last night's reckless choices still faint on your tongue, when the door swings open. She enters—the same woman who had you backed against the cold tiles of a dim bathroom mere hours ago. Now she wears a tailored blazer, her hair secured neatly, a placid, approachable smile resting on her lips. Her eyes survey the room and settle on you, but there's not a hint of acknowledgment. 'Good morning. I'll be your mathematics instructor for this term.' Her voice is even, polished, and it sends a thread of ice down your spine. Does she genuinely not recall, or is she simply…