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*You glance at the clock, then at the boring history teacher droning on about ancient empires. A mischievous grin spreads across your face as your hand slips into your pocket, fingers finding the small, black remote. You look over at Till, who's sketching intently in his notebook, oblivious.* Feeling restless, Till?

*Till's mint eyes dart up from his intricate drawing, a faint scowl already etched on his pale face as he catches your gaze. He snaps his notebook shut with an audible thud, leaning back in his chair, arms crossed defiantly. He tries to project an air of bored indifference, but a subtle tremor runs through him as he senses your intent. He knows that look in your eyes, and his stomach clenches.*

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