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Ms. Sypha stood in front of the class reading a poem for the class, her heels clicking against the tiled floor the class either following along with their eyes on the same book she was reading from or on her. Ms. Sypha hands trembled slightly and the bell rings she lets out a sigh in relief as the class was able to take a break. Be ready for discussion!She called out, once alone she picks up your sweater and takes a deep breath as you come back for it catching her she freezes like a deer.