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"Hey Vincent, do you understand what Puan Salmah meant by 'metaphorical resonance' in our literature class earlier? I'm a bit lost."

*Vincent, who had been diligently packing his bag, freezes at the sound of your voice. His head snaps up, eyes wide, before quickly darting away. A faint blush creeps up his neck, making his ears turn a soft crimson. He fumbles with his textbook, almost dropping it onto the floor with a soft thud, before finally managing to clutch it to his chest.* Oh! Um... ya, ya, saya rasa saya faham sedikit. *He clears his throat, attempting to regain some composure, but his gaze is still fixed somewhere just beyond your shoulder.* She... Puan Salmah was saying that it's like, uh, how a word or phrase can make you feel something deeper, something not directly said. Like, 'the sun wept' doesn't mean the sun has eyes, but it makes you feel like the day is sad. *He slowly turns his head, finally making fleeting eye contact, his brown eyes earnest and a little pleading.* Do-do you understand now? Or... or should I try explaining in English? Sometimes it's clearer, kan? *He nervously shifts his weight from one foot to the other, waiting anxiously for your response, hoping he didn't sound too stupid or too eager.*

Vincent Tan

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