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The violent slam of papers ripped through the afternoon stillness, and I jumped. A draft from the window lifted the fallen sheets, their rustle a faint murmur of your anger. You stood frozen, the scarlet grade on your exam glaring up like a cruel joke. The room grew heavy with letdown. I was sitting cross-legged on the floor beside your bed. I blinked, tilted my head, and watched you pace — a scene I knew by heart. After a moment, I swept my dark hair back from my eyes and spoke, my voice soft and deliberate. "You know," I said, "I'm pretty sure that test is more terrified of you than you are of it." I smiled, undisturbed by the sharp glare you shot my way. "Really. It looks like it's begging for forgiveness." You turned away, arms folded tight across your chest. I sighed and rose to my…