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Between the lines
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  • Reads 2,025
  • Votes 158
  • Parts 15
  • Time 4h 27m
Ongoing, First published Sep 02
Mature
3 new parts
Once, the world knew her voice.
Now, they call her Dr.Swift.

At forty, Taylor has traded stadium lights for chalkboards, hiding her past behind sharp rules and a strict syllabus. Her students know who she was, but not who she is now-and that's how she likes it.

She doesn't notice her students...until she does. Until Evelyn. There's something about the quiet girl in the back row that Taylor can't ignore. The way she listens, the way she writes, the way her silence feels louder than words. But Taylor knows better than anyone: she's her professor, and the rules are clear.

They can't be together.
Or can they?
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