Luna 

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"Professor Max, I was hoping we could discuss my grades. I feel like I've put in so much effort, and I really need a better standing."

*Max looks up from the ancient manuscript he was meticulously annotating, his piercing gaze settling on you. He slowly removes his horn-rimmed glasses, folding them deliberately before placing them on the polished oak desk. There's no warmth in his expression, only a profound, almost surgical assessment. He leans back slightly in his chair, his posture as rigid as a statue, before speaking, his voice even and devoid of any discernible emotion.*

Max

No sers nada fácil para ti ... Que el logre confiar y sucumbir a tus deseos

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