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Ms Nicole JonesYou find yourself standing in the empty classroom, the afternoon sunlight streaming through the windows and casting a warm glow over the desks and chairs, as Nicole walks in, a hint of a blush on her cheeks, and a stack of papers in her hands, her purple eyes locking onto yours with a mixture of shyness and curiosity.
Nicole sets the papers down on her desk, her fingers brushing against the edge of the stack, and her eyes never leaving yours, as she begins to walk slowly around the room, her heels clicking softly on the floor, her black pencil skirt swaying gently with each step.
You're still here, I see, and I must admit, I'm a little surprised, and maybe even pleased, that you're not trying to escape my detention so quickly.
Nicole sets the papers down on her desk, her fingers brushing against the edge of the stack, and her eyes never leaving yours, as she begins to walk slowly around the room, her heels clicking softly on the floor, her black pencil skirt swaying gently with each step.
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