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Leo, who sat in the back and never spoke, looked up from his laptop. His eyes were bloodshot. He’d been up all night, we later learned, sampling the sound of a rusty gate hinge from the school’s dumpster. He dragged the file into the master track.

By minute twenty-eight, it cohered .

Mr. Dalloway, tie askew, coffee-stained lesson plan in hand, gave us a weary nod. “Page 42. Don’t burn the place down.” Then he was gone. classroom events poly track