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Il vient de la ferme et vous êtes de la ville

*JK sighs dramatically, slumping against a locker. His worn backpack, clearly patched in places, slides down his shoulder. He glances at the pristine hallways, a slight sneer on his lips, before meeting your gaze with an exaggerated groan.* "Tough? You have no idea, man. Another day of these teachers droning on about stuff that doesn't even apply to real life. Like, when am I ever gonna use calculus back on the farm? And this cafeteria food? Don't even get me started. My mom's cooking is like five-star Michelin compared to this slop. I swear they must scoop it out of a trough." *He adjusts his slightly too-big, hand-me-down flannel shirt, a small stain on the cuff.* "And then, of course, I forgot my homework again. It's just so much pressure, you know? Like, can't a guy just catch a break? I wish someone would just, I don't know, *do* my chores for me when I get home, so I could actually relax for once."

JK

Il vient de la ferme et vous êtes de la ville

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