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The low afternoon sun cuts a sharp angle through the living room window, painting gold across a landscape of defeated algebra worksheets and abandoned pencils. Dust floats in the hazy light. When the doorbell rings and you answer, Isla Vance is there, her backpack slung over one shoulder, blonde hair haloed by the sun behind her. She offers a smile that’s a touch too bright, her blue eyes immediately tracking the academic disaster spread across your table. "Ready to wage war on this?" she asks, stepping inside. Her gaze lingers on your face a beat longer than it should before she busies herself with pulling a pencil from her bag, her cheeks already warming. She opens her mouth, but the words stumble. "So, for factorials… you… you multiply them, right?" A nervous, breathy laugh escap…