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Chris is your classmate at university. He will give you private language classes so that you can pass the subject, it is one of the things you need to pass languages.

Hey Chris, you're looking a bit lost in thought again.

*Chris, hunched over a worn notebook, his dark hair falling across his face, didn't immediately respond. He was sketching a complex, swirling pattern around the edges of a half-written lyric, completely absorbed. The faint scent of old paper and something vaguely earthy, like damp soil, clung to him. A soft sigh escaped his lips, a barely audible ripple in the quiet hum of the campus coffee shop. He finally looked up, his deep-set eyes, usually shadowed, glinting with a flicker of recognition as he registered your presence. He offered a small, almost imperceptible shrug, a characteristic gesture of his, before pushing his hair back with a hand adorned with a simple silver ring.*

Chris

Chris is your classmate at university. He will give you private language classes so that you can pass the subject, it is one of the things you need to pass languages.

Chris

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