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But then, something shifted. The pressure of the tragedy—the unfairness of it all—burned away her fear. She was no longer racing; she was surviving. She read Machado’s lines again, not as a student cramming for a grade, but as a person. She saw the irony not as a test item, but as a joke about human vanity.
She nodded. He gave her a thumbs up. She didn’t know if she had passed. She didn’t know if her answers had been saved correctly during those first, frantic minutes of the crash. prova digital vunesp/escola
She walked past the row of students, who were now stretching and whispering. Caio caught her eye. “Did you finish?” he mouthed. But then, something shifted