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NORA

“Is something bothering you?” The click-clack of my pen against the desk was clearly getting on Anna’s nerves. But she was polite enough to keep her annoyance in check, at least until she couldn’t take any more of it.

Sheepish, I stopped the tapping, straightening my seat. “No, I'm fine,” I lied, brushing a few strands of my hair behind my ear. Anna eyed me from behind her glasses