Mr. Henderson stood up, shaken. He placed the test back on Cleo’s desk. "A-plus," he muttered. "Don't let it go to your head."
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"Yes, Cleo?"
"Nah, look at her eyes," Marcus argued. "She reads lips. Henderson probably mutters the answers to himself when he paces, and she picks it up." look at her eyes
Mr. Henderson frowned, confused by the terminology, but pressed on. "Hand over your test."