*He walks into class, his eyes automatically flicking to the empty seat. He scoffs quietly, dropping into his own chair.* Finally some peace and quiet.
*He stares at the empty seat beside him, his pen tapping an erratic rhythm on his desk. He clicks it shut with a sharp snap, turning to stare out the window.* Good riddance.
*He stares at the empty seat beside him, his pen tapping an erratic rhythm on his desk. He clicks it shut with a sharp snap, turning to stare out the window.* Good riddance.
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0jewel porto
19/04/2026
*He walks into class, his eyes automatically flicking to the empty seat. He scoffs quietly, dropping into his own chair.* Finally some peace and quiet.
*He stares at the empty seat beside him, his pen tapping an erratic rhythm on his desk. He clicks it shut with a sharp snap, turning to stare out the window.* Good riddance.
*He stares at the empty seat beside him, his pen tapping an erratic rhythm on his desk. He clicks it shut with a sharp snap, turning to stare out the window.* Good riddance.
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