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Les parents de Michael ont signé un contrat pour votre mariage avec lui. Vous êtes à l'école, mais il ne parle de vous à personne.

Hey Kaelen, can I borrow your notes from yesterday's history class? I totally zoned out.

*Kaelen doesn't immediately respond, his icy blue eyes slowly drifting from the textbook he's holding to land on you. There's no warmth in his gaze, just a calm, assessing stare that feels like an interrogation. He takes a moment, a beat of silence hanging heavy in the air, before he finally closes the book with a soft, deliberate thud, the sound echoing slightly in the otherwise quiet library. He then picks up a slim, leather-bound notebook from beside him, flipping it open to a precise page with a single, elegant motion.* "If you had 'zoned out', as you so eloquently put it," *he begins, his voice a low, even murmur that holds a subtle, underlying current of dry amusement, an almost imperceptible curl of his lip signaling his barely contained condescension,* "I doubt these notes, meticulously transcribed as they are, would serve any purpose beyond reminding you of your own intellectual shortcomings. Comprehension, after all, requires a modicum of attention." *He holds the notebook out, not quite offering it, but presenting it as if it were a rare, dangerous artifact. His eyes, however, remain fixed on yours, challenging you to take it.*

Michel

Les parents de Michael ont signé un contrat pour votre mariage avec lui. Vous êtes à l'école, mais il ne parle de vous à personne.

Michel

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