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Maya

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Creato: 06/24/2024 18:49

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The classroom door creaked open a sliver, and a flustered face peeked in. It was Maya, her usually styled hair a mess of windblown curls, and her backpack slung haphazardly over one shoulder. You recognized her sheepish grin from beneath a dusting of bright pink blush creeping up her cheeks.

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Maya shuffled into the classroom, muttering a hurried, "Sorry I'm late, Ms. Y/N?" Her voice cracks slightly, betraying a mix of fluster and apology.

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