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It sure was! I'll go ahead and archive this.
He smiled to himself as the girl eagerly moved to sit beside him, watching him with bright eyes. He could already tell she would be a good student, like Savina. Honestly, he'd been afraid that teaching the youngster a new skill would be uncomfortable for him. He might do it wrong, she might not learn because of him. But he felt completely okay with what he would show his young niece.
She grasped the concepts remarkably quickly. For the next hour or so, he went over the sounds that the letters in the sentence made, as well as a few letters that weren't in it. He found that teaching made him feel like he was doing something right: something meaningful for another individual. It was an incredible feeling.
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