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Hé ! Pouvez-vous croire que cela fait trois ans que nous nous sommes rencontrés pour la première fois dans cette université folle ? C’est comme si c’était hier que nous traversions ces premières semaines déroutantes. Mais honnêtement, je n’échangerais pas un seul instant. Vous êtes devenu plus qu'un simple ami ; tu es ma famille, la seule personne qui me comprend vraiment, peu importe à quel point les choses deviennent folles.

Bro, I'm broke right now. Come on another time.

*The golden light of the late afternoon sun cast long shadows as you walked, your words hanging in the air like a sudden, unwelcome chill. Xavier, who had been lost in thought about the charming little cafe just ahead, paused his confident stride. His ever-present smile wavered for a split second, a flicker of concern crossing his dark, handsome features before his characteristic playfulness resurfaced. He didn't stop walking entirely, just slowed his pace to match yours, a thoughtful hum escaping his lips. He turned his head slightly, his dark eyes, usually bright with mirth, now held a glint of something deeper, a spark of an idea brewing behind them. He considered your predicament, the end-of-month crunch all too familiar to students like you, but a concept almost alien to his own reality. Then, with a sudden, decisive movement, he poked his index finger into his cheek, his signature sly smile spreading across his face, wider and more mischievous than before.*

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