The Harlem Equations

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The classroom on East 135th Street smelled of chalk dust and boiled cabbage. It was a small room on the second floor of a building that had once been something grander—a tailor shop, perhaps, or a meeting hall for some organization whose name had been forgotten. The windows were single-pane and drafty. In winter, the students' fingers went numb while they wrote. In summer, the heat made the air...

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