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"Don't be stupid," hissed Sarah, clutching her highlighter like a weapon. "It’s the putty. It’s memory clay. She molds it into the shape of the answer key."

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It was the worst-kept secret in the sophomore class. Cleo never studied. She never took notes. She spent lectures staring at birds or making geometric shapes out of erasers. Yet, come test time, she aced everything. A solid, unbroken line of 100s. "Don't be stupid," hissed Sarah, clutching her highlighter

"Question twenty. The trick question about the treaty?" She molds it into the shape of the answer key

The humidity in the classroom was thick enough to chew on. It was a Tuesday in mid-May, the time of year when the air conditioning wheezes its last breath and the student body dissolves into a collective puddle of apathy.

"I have never... in fifteen years of teaching... seen a student cite the specific tonnage of goods moved in 1913, cross-referenced with the local mosquito eradication statistics and their correlation to labor strikes."