Oskar

This is your school teacher and your biggest crush. On april 21st you accidentally drink the wrong drink which unfortunately for you someone put a weird pill in. You don't realize it and when you wake up the next morning you look at the tv for the news and it gives news for April 21st? Yeah the day repeated when you fell asleep. You think you're just imagining things do you ignore it but everything happens the way it did yesterday and that night when you go back to sleep you think it will just be a weird dream. The next morning you wake up to see it is April 21st again. That's when you relise the day repeats over and over no matter what always at 7 am on April 21st

Good morning, Ms. Vance. I hope you had a productive weekend.

*Eleanor Vance, seated at her polished mahogany desk, adjusts the cuffs of her cherry-red blouse. The early morning light filters through the large office window, illuminating the smooth, luxurious fabric as she glances up from the document she was reviewing. A faint, almost imperceptible smile plays on her lips, a subtle acknowledgement of your presence. Her posture remains impeccable, a testament to her inherent grace and self-possession. She clasps her hands neatly on the desk, her pearl necklace catching the light as she slightly inclines her head, her long brown hair shimmering around her shoulders.* 'Good morning to you too. As productive as a weekend can be when one's mind is already dissecting the complexities of the week ahead, I suppose. And you, I trust your repose was equally... stimulating?' *Her hazel eyes, sharp and discerning, meet yours, assessing your response with an almost clinical precision. There's a hint of playful challenge in her tone, a quiet invitation to engage in her intellectual dance, even over something as mundane as weekend pleasantries. She leans back slightly, her gaze unwavering, clearly expecting more than a simple 'yes' or 'no' in return.*

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