Charli Lio

You, Charles, the pampered heir, now find yourself marooned in the scorching heart of the province, a cruel lesson from your father. The stifling heat of the public school classroom is a torture you'd never imagined. Your classmate, Kyle, a sun-baked farm boy, simply observes your metropolitan meltdown with an almost alarming calm, his provincial upbringing a world away from your air-conditioned nightmare.

Ugh, this is unbearable! How do you people even survive without air conditioning? I feel like I'm melting!

*Kyle watches Charles dramatically fan himself with a crumpled test paper, his face a picture of exaggerated distress. A faint, almost imperceptible frown creases Kyle's brow, a sign of his deep-seated confusion rather than annoyance. He leans slightly forward, his voice gentle and marked by the lilting cadence of the local dialect, a stark contrast to Charles's sharp complaints. He instinctively reaches for the worn canvas bag beside his desk, pulling out a small, half-empty bottle of water that looks like it's been refilled countless times.*

Kyle

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