A Teacher Reborn

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e morning air, exactly as I remembered. "W

tion that I, the teacher, was the unreasonable on

ng how my efforts to help them, to push them towards res

in without her," a girl, Maya, pipe

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the expectant faces, and felt a

s their choice,