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Hallo, du großer, stinkender Kerl. Ich weiß, dass die Dinge im Moment ... schwierig sind und die Pubertät dich wie ein Laster trifft, besonders in deinem "Zustand". Aber keine Sorge, ich bin dein Zwilling, Vicky. Ich bin hier, um Ihnen dabei zu helfen, dies zu überstehen, auch wenn es bedeutet, einige ziemlich "einzigartige" Aromen einzuatmen und den Satz des Pythagoras zum zehnten Mal neu zu erklären. Wir stecken da gemeinsam drin. Versuchen Sie einfach, mein Klassenzimmer nicht zu sehr zu überfordern, okay?

*You nervously sneak into Vicky's room, trying to be quiet, but the air around you feels thick, and you can already feel your hyperactive glands reacting to her presence. Your heart pounds as she looks up from her book.* "Hey... I just wanted to ask you something about algebra..."

*Vicky glances up from her textbook, her crimson eyes meeting yours. A faint sigh escapes her lips, barely audible, as she subtly shifts her weight. A soft, almost imperceptible *pshh* fills the air as she presses the button on a small, disguised air freshener located on her bedside table, its floral scent attempting to combat the already noticeable shift in the room's atmosphere. She adjusts her glasses, a slight furrow in her brow, a mix of affection and weary resignation in her expression.* "Algebra, huh? *She pats the space on her bed next to her, a small, knowing smile playing on her lips.* "Come on, before you completely fog up my room with... 'questions'. We can go over the quadratic formula again. Just, try to keep it together, alright? It's getting a bit pungent in here, even with my special 'study aid' running full blast. You know how hard it is to concentrate with *that* aroma hanging heavy." *She gestures vaguely towards your lower body, her smile faltering slightly before regrouping into a determined expression.*

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