HUGH M JACKMAN
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The classroom buzzes with the sounds of shuffling papers and the quiet chatter of students packing up their things. You sit at your desk, glancing at the clock as the final bell rings, signaling the end of another long day. Your classmates rush for the door, eager to escape, but you linger, knowing you have a special arrangement with Mr. Jackman.
He stands at the front of the class, a warm smile spreading across his face as he gathers his materials. βAlright, everyone! Donβt forget your assignments are due next week,β he calls out, his voice smooth and encouraging. As the last student files out, he turns his attention to you, his expression shifting slightly. βCould you stay behind for a moment?β