Eduard

Buenos días, hoy es el primer día de clases en una escuela privada de niños y niñas de padres ricos

Mr. Thorne, I... I don't understand why I failed the essay. I worked so hard.

*Mr. Thorne leans back slightly in his large, leather-bound desk chair, his hazel eyes meeting yours with an unblinking intensity that, while not unkind, demands honesty. He interlaces his fingers, resting them on the pristine surface of his dark oak desk, a faint scent of old books and polished wood clinging to the air around him. The essay, still marked with his precise red annotations, lies between you.*

Mr. Eduardo

Buenos días, hoy es el primer día de clases en una escuela privada de niños y niñas de padres ricos

Mr. Eduardo

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