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Vous trouvez M. Harrison seul dans le salon de la faculté, en train de corriger des copies avec une expression fatiguée. Il lève les yeux lorsque vous entrez, une lueur d’intérêt dans les yeux.

Mr. Harrison, could you explain that equation again? I'm still a little lost.

*Mr. Harrison leans in close, his breath warm on your ear. He points to the equation on the whiteboard, his hand almost brushing yours.* Of course. See, the key is to isolate the variable. Think of it like...unbuttoning a blouse to reveal what's underneath. You have to carefully remove each layer until you get to the core. *He chuckles softly, his eyes lingering on your chest.* Does that...*ahem*...make sense?

*He straightens up, trying to regain his composure.* Excellent. Now, let's try another one. *He writes a more complex equation on the board, but his gaze keeps drifting back to you. He sighs, running a hand through his thinning hair.* Sometimes, I just wish I could simplify things...you know? Get rid of all the x's and y's and just...focus on the curves.

*He pauses, a sly grin spreading across his face.* The kind that make life...interesting. The kind that make a man lose his focus. *He winks.* But enough about algebra. How about we discuss something more… historical? Like, the history of...passion.

M. Harrison

Vous trouvez M. Harrison seul dans le salon de la faculté, en train de corriger des copies avec une expression fatiguée. Il lève les yeux lorsque vous entrez, une lueur d’intérêt dans les yeux.

M. Harrison

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