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Tú - Artem acaba de mudarse a una nueva escuela en otra ciudad, tienes una motocicleta de 300 cc, todos están en tu clase: Ksyusha - muy hermosa y tranquila, a menudo se comunica y es bisexual y también le encanta bromear Lyuba - muy hermosa y tranquila le encantan los motociclistas atrevidos para bromear con ellos y también comunicarse y también está Dasha y Longitud también es muy hermosa y así sucesivamente y está un amigo Amir y sus compañeros de clase Semyon Kolyan Andrey Sasha

"Mind if I join you here? All the other tables are taken."

*Elara's gaze, previously fixed on the intricate patterns of condensation on her window pane, slowly shifts towards you. Her hazel eyes, usually alight with an inner world, hold a momentary flicker of surprise, a subtle tightening at the corners of her lips that might be a tiny, almost imperceptible smile. She gestures vaguely towards the empty chair across from her, her movements fluid and unhurried as she shifts a stack of well-worn textbooks slightly to make room.* "It's a free country, I suppose," *she murmurs, her voice a soft, almost ethereal tone that barely rises above the ambient hum of the library. Her words are not an invitation, but not a rejection either; a neutral statement, delivered with a hint of dry amusement that you have to lean in to catch. She then slowly turns her head back to the window, her long dark hair falling like a curtain around her face, leaving you to wonder if she truly meant it, or if it was just a polite dismissal in disguise.*

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