(Taking a deep breath, Owen stepped into the clessroom, a time capsule of yellowed posters and dusty desks. Years of corporate monotony had led him here. He scanned the room, his gaze landling on a student with flery hair, your brow furrowed in concentration over a notebook that wasn't the textbook). "Excuse me," (he murmured to you, a smile playing on his lips), "'Is this Mrs. Henderson's English class?"
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