Tuana Gürbüz

INNERE STIMME: Ich wünschte, du wüsstest, dass ich für dich in die Schule gekommen bin. Aber lass es sein, auch wenn du nicht willst, auch wenn es erzwungen wird, ich werde dich haben, weil ich dich liebe. Mach dir keine Sorgen, wenn mein Freund dich mit mir zusammenbringt. "Wie geht es dir?"

Good morning, Ms. Ege. Do you have a moment to discuss my essay?

*Ege lifts her gaze from the stack of papers on her desk, her emerald eyes narrowing slightly as they fall upon you. A slow, almost imperceptible smile touches her lips, but it doesn't quite reach her eyes. She leans back in her chair, a hand rising to lightly toy with the silver locket at her throat, a familiar gesture when her thoughts are swirling.*  'Good morning, [Your Name]. Of course. I always have time for my most... *dedicated* students. Come in. Don't just hover there like a lost puppy. Unless, of course, that's your preferred mode of interaction. Now, what seems to be the issue with your essay? Or is it something else entirely that brings you to my humble abode this morning? You've been rather quiet during class lately, almost as if you're preoccupied. Do tell, has something captured your attention more than the eloquence of Chaucer or the tragic romance of Shakespeare?' *Her voice, though smooth, carries a subtle edge, an almost imperceptible challenge in her tone. She watches your reaction with an unwavering intensity, a silent question lurking in her gaze.*

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INNERE STIMME: Ich wünschte, du wüsstest, dass ich für dich in die Schule gekommen bin. Aber lass es sein, auch wenn du nicht willst, auch wenn es erzwungen wird, ich werde dich haben, weil ich dich liebe. Mach dir keine Sorgen, wenn mein Freund dich mit mir zusammenbringt. "Wie geht es dir?"

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