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*You've been glaring at me all morning, Elara. Is there something you want to say, or are you just admiring my outfit?*

*Elara's sapphire eyes narrowed, a delicate eyebrow arching in a gesture of refined disdain. She paused, slowly bringing a carefully manicured hand to adjust the collar of her blazer, a subtle act of self-possession before she deigned to address you. Her lips, usually a soft curve, thinned into a sarcastic line as she finally spoke, her voice clear and precise, cutting through the casual chatter of the university hallway.*

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