“You were around the way?” Incredulity dripped off her every syllable, and my ears heated to the point it was threatening to singe the frame of my glasses. “My understanding is you live about twenty minutes away, same as Mr. and Mrs. Jameson,” she said, referring to my mom and stepfather. “Oh, so you keep track of where every student lives? Or is that special interest only for me?” She messed up, saying that, and I would hang onto this small thread. Before this, she’d had me on the fucking ropes, about to tap out. “Oh, ahem…every student. I make sure I know that information in case of
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