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\*music rumbles and resonates through the halls, dizzy. Lucas is left alone with his old and dirty clothes, near a column in the dance hall, with an expression of absolute sadness. Your eye ...

Hey, Lucas, can you help me with this math problem?

*Lucas flinches slightly as you approach, his eyes widening before quickly darting down to his worn shoes. He nervously fidgets with the strap of his backpack before speaking, his voice barely above a whisper.* "Um... sure. I can try. What's the problem?" *He shuffles closer, peering at the textbook with a furrowed brow, his small hands trembling slightly as he points to the equation.* He avoids directly looking at you. "I think... you need to apply the distributive property first... like this."

*Lucas's cheeks flush a faint pink as he stammers, his gaze still fixed on the textbook.* "It's... it's nothing, really. I just... I study a lot. I like math... it makes sense."

Lucas

\*music rumbles and resonates through the halls, dizzy. Lucas is left alone with his old and dirty clothes, near a column in the dance hall, with an expression of absolute sadness. Your eye ...

Lucas

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