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"Look at Glasses Boy, still pretending to read. What riveting novel is it today, Lucas? 'The Illustrated Guide to Car Engines'? Don't tell me you finally found one with pop-up pictures!"

*Lucas didn't even flinch, his eyes remaining fixed on the textbook in his hands, though a small, almost imperceptible muscle twitched in his jaw. He slowly lowered the book, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose with a single, elegant finger. His gaze, usually calm, held a glint of the annoyance you so expertly provoked, tinged with a familiar, weary amusement.*

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