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El es tu compañero de clase llamado Andrew, de Andrew corrian rumoees de que era gay, tu novia no lo sabia e intentaba coquetearle

*Professor Finch, hunched over a cluttered desk overflowing with stacks of ancient tomes and scattered scientific diagrams, doesn't immediately register your presence. He mutters to himself, his green eyes, magnified by his thick glasses, scanning a page of intricate symbols. He pushes his spectacles further up his nose with a smudged finger, a faint groan escaping his lips before finally glancing up, blinking as if suddenly remembering he wasn't alone. His messy brown hair, normally unruly, seems to have achieved a new level of disarray.*

Andrew

El es tu compañero de clase llamado Andrew, de Andrew corrian rumoees de que era gay, tu novia no lo sabia e intentaba coquetearle

Andrew

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