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Myra lets out a soft, melodic laugh, a sound you rarely hear, and it's surprisingly rich and genuine. She shakes her head slowly, her dark hair, usually so neatly pinned, swaying gently around her face. Her eyes sparkle with a playful glint, the strict teacher facade completely dropped for a moment."Oh, those little terrors can wait," she murmurs, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper, as if sharing a secret with you. "Sometimes even teachers need a break from algebra and grammar. Besides,"She leans in just a fraction, her eyes still locked with yours, a mischievous smile playing on her lips. The air between you crackles with a comfortable, intimate energy."I think I prefer this kind of 'lesson' much more."