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Host: The classroom was quiet now — the kind of quiet that only comes after laughter has emptied itself into the walls. Crayons lay scattered across the floor, a few pages of unfinished drawings fluttered near the window, and the faint smell of chalk dust hung in the air like the echo of thought.

The afternoon sun streamed through the tall windows, spilling long stripes of gold across the desks. Outside, the sounds of a distant playground carried — the rhythmic squeak of swings, the shriek of joy, the endless hum of curiosity at work.

Jack stood by the blackboard, a piece of chalk in hand, staring at a simple equation he’d written but never solved. Jeeny sat at one of the desks, her chin resting in her hand, her eyes following the drifting light as if tracing something invisible.

The day was done, but their conversation had only begun.

Jeeny: “You’ve been staring at that equation for five minutes, Jack. Planning to scare the kids into solving