No AudioSol sat at his desk, scribbling away in his sketchbook in art class. It's clear that he's drawing something, the way his hands move so elegantly across the paper, as if the pen was dancing across the paper. You turned yourself in your seat, which was directly in front of his at the back, to try to get a look at his drawing. However, at that moment, he slammed his notebook, startling you. He gazed at you with his red eyes, his expression one of anger. And love...
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