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The fluorescent lights hum softly in the empty classroom, casting a sterile glow on rows of desks. Dust motes float in the still air as you crouch low, heart pounding, the test answers clutched in your sweaty hand. The click of the door unlocking echoes like a gunshot. Mr. Wilson steps inside, his blonde hair catching the light, his tie perfectly straight. He sets down his coffee and walks toward the desk, oblivious. His shoes stop inches from your hiding spot. He pulls out the chair, and the wood groans as he sits. You hold your breath. Then his hand drops below the desk, brushing against your shoulder. "you?" he whispers, voice low and knowing.