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Audit It was the sunlight in his hair that made Devon wonder if there was more than there seemed to this young man Nathan. The boy in question, a quiet, rotund boy of about 17 years of age, sat in the back of the class. The class itself allowed for interesting exchanges between students; there were two half-circles of desks, one inside of the other, both opening towards the chalk board. The teacher was at the front of the class, dithering about the front of the class, shakily trying to assert the importance of good grammar in English. Devon her ignored, and continued her inspection of Nathan. Devon was situated on the opposite side of the room from him, and the sunlight that haloed his coarse, unkempt hair was also streaming viciously into her eyes. Devon raised a hand to use as a visor, blocking out the rays. Nathan’s attraction was that there was nothing attractive about him at all.