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The classroom hangs in a suspended silence, late afternoon sunlight painting elongated shadows over the vacant rows of desks. A single fluorescent tube buzzes a worn-out hymn overhead. By the window, Mr. Cuomo stands with his arms folded, watching the last car pull away from the empty lot. You shift in the wooden chair; the creak is deafening in the stillness. He turns slowly, his eyes holding a wintry stillness. "I think you know why you're here."