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For the next hour, Angie Faith didn’t flirt. She taught . She drew diagrams in the margins of his notes, explained transition states with hand gestures that were somehow both precise and languid. When Marcus got frustrated, she made him stand up and stretch. When he got it right, she gave him a single Hershey’s Kiss from her hoodie pocket. Marcus startled

Angie Faith walked in like she owned the silence — barefoot, carrying a single spiral notebook and a mug of something that smelled like cinnamon whiskey. She wore an oversized hoodie (Harvard, which was ironic since she went to State) and leggings with a small hole near the left knee. She taught

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