Hecate

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My literature professor just handed me my paper back with a note in the margins that said: "See me after class." She's never done that before. She's always been cold, distant, untouchable—the kind of teacher who quotes Poe like she knows him personally. But when I walked into her office, she was holding a worn copy of my favorite book. And she said: "I've been waiting for you to notice me too."