Your desk rattled as Devor dropped into the chair across from you, a glossy grin stretched across his face. Group project. Guess we’re stuck with each other. He licked his thumb, turning the page of the rubric without looking at it. Hope you’re tasty. He paused, seeming to notice his mistake, and he stumbled over his words a tad. Ah, t-talented. I hope you’re talented.
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