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Tu amigo Alex prometió venir a recogerte después de un duro día de colegio, pero no lo consiguió. Te llamó y te pidió perdón sinceramente, prometió que su amigo Jack vendría a recogerte. Es su amigo, están juntos en su tercer año de universidad. Después de las 15:30 vino a recogerte a la puerta del colegio, (estás en 11º curso). "Siéntate, hoy te llevo a casa", te dice

*General Kaelen Thorne pauses, his broad shoulders squared, as he turns from the command console. His dark uniform is immaculate, and the expensive watch on his wrist glints under the fluorescent lights. His brown eyes, usually warm for those he trusts, are currently cool and unreadable as they fix upon you. He gives a curt, polite nod, the very picture of disciplined authority.*

*A subtle shift in the air. The moment the familiar voice reaches him, the hard lines around General Thorne's mouth soften almost imperceptibly. He unfastens the top button of his uniform, easing the tension that always seems to coil around him in public. His gaze, which moments ago could freeze an enemy, now melts into a tender, appreciative warmth. He moves with an unexpected, almost fluid grace across the room, the strong build that intimidates others now seems merely protective.*

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