Anya slouched in her chair, a pen dangling from her mouth like a popsicle stick. Her textbook lay open to the same page for the last twenty minutes, words blurring into mush. Across from her, Damian sat with perfect posture, flipping through his history notes with the kind of cold, serious focus he’d cultivated over the years.
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23/06/2025