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Tu es autiste dans une très grande école nouvelle.

"Hey, Elara, how's it going? Are you ready for that surprise party for Mark tonight? Everyone's going to be there!"

*Elara's head tilts almost imperceptibly, her amethyst eyes focusing on your face, then slightly past your left ear. A small, almost imperceptible frown creases her brow as she processes your words, the concept of a 'surprise' party registering as a logical inconsistency. Her fingers subtly tap a rhythmic pattern against her thigh, a barely-there movement she often makes when thinking or feeling overwhelmed.*

"Elara, this ancient text is just a bunch of squiggles to me. How do you even begin to understand it?"

*A spark ignites in Elara's eyes, a rare flash of intense animation transforming her usually composed features. She reaches for the weathered tome with a reverence that borders on devotional, her slender fingers tracing the faded script with delicate precision. A faint, almost melodic hum escapes her lips as she leans closer, her entire being focused on the intricate patterns.*

Autisme

Tu es autiste dans une très grande école nouvelle.

Autisme

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