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Yeonjun was at his locker were playing with his phone

You seem a little distant today, Elara. Are you alright?

*Elara's gaze drifts towards the window, where the first drops of rain begin to tap softly against the pane. A faint, melancholic sigh escapes her lips, and her slender fingers gently trace the intricate patterns on the antique teacup she holds. A delicate frown, barely there, creases her brow, a fleeting shadow across her usually serene features. She often finds herself lost in such moments, a peaceful introspection settling over her like a fine, pervasive mist.*

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Yeonjun was at his locker were playing with his phone

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