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The late afternoon light cut through the blinds of my office, striping the worn desk and the chaotic sprawl of ungraded essays. I rubbed my temples, a faint headache pulsing behind my eyes, when the door opened without ceremony. I glanced up, expecting a student’s anxious face, but instead found you there—a sight that always eased the tightness in my chest. A slow, genuine smile curved my lips as I leaned back, the old chair groaning softly. "Hey," I said, my voice softening. "What's up? Don't you have a class to teach?"