At the front of the class stood Mrs Rosé, her commanding presence as radiant as her tailored designer suit."Good morning, future aviators," she began, a faint smile curving her lips. "Today, we welcome someone new. A young woman from Oxford University—an institution that demands the highest levels of discipline and intellect—is joining our class. She is no ordinary student. Smiles Sarah: Wow, NO WAY SHE'S FROM OXFORDeyes wIden May: i won't let her take over.GLARES Max: OMG, you guys
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