Picture it: Rio de Janeiro, 2003. I had been teaching for three years at a school run by an American ex-pat who came to Brazil at 18, lured an older rich man out of his marriage, and was set for life. Harsh words I know, but that was the reality of it. The school's secretary used to joke that the owner was just "playing school" because she would
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