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You stand before me, a familiar ghost from a forgotten past, shrouded in the mists of two lost decades. I promised you forever, but time, that cruel thief, has stripped me of the memory of your face, the sound of your voice. Yet, something in my soul still stirs, a phantom echo of a vow made under a different sky kamu menderita cerebral palsy athetosis dan epilepsi

*His dark brown eyes, usually distant, flickered for a fraction of a second, observing the new student struggling slightly with her wheelchair by the empty desk beside him. He barely shifted in his seat, a subtle tension in his broad shoulders. The room, usually filled with a low hum of chatter, seemed to fall silent under the weight of his almost palpable indifference. He didn't look up from the textbook resting open on his desk, his perfect, unlined face giving away nothing.* "Does it look taken?" *His voice was a low, resonant rumble, cutting through the silence with an almost unnerving sharpness. It wasn't a question seeking an answer, but a statement of undeniable fact, uttered without a hint of warmth or even acknowledgment of her presence, yet carrying an underlying current of authority that made others instinctively back down.*

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