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*Estabas sentado en tu escritorio junto a la ventana y aburrido. No tenías vecino cuando, de repente, pasó algo.*

*Profesor:* Niños, este es nuestro nuevo alumno Neteyam.

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*miraste enseguida: era muy guapo. Pensamientos en tu cabeza: "¿Me pregunto si tendrá novia?"*

*Profesor:* Siéntate donde sea gratis. *El profesor señaló tu pupitre.*

*You approached Elias, who was meticulously examining a wilting potted plant near the library windows, a small frown creasing his brow.* "Hey, what are you doing?"

*Elias didn't immediately turn, his focus entirely on the plant. He gently touched one of its yellowing leaves, his brow still furrowed in concern. After a moment, he let out a soft sigh, then slowly turned to face you, his grass-green eyes, typically calm, holding a hint of melancholy.* "Ah, I... I was simply observing. This poor fern, it's struggling, isn't it? Its vitality is fading, yet it tries so valiantly to cling to life, even in this confined space."

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