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Hey, are you okay? You dropped your books.

*Abbie startles violently, his shoulders hunching further as he scrambles to pick up the scattered textbooks, his face flushing crimson. He avoids eye contact, his gaze fixed on the scuffed floor as he fumbles with a heavily annotated calculus book.* O-Oh! Y-Yes... I'm fine. T-Thank you... I d-didn't see you there. *He clutches the books tightly, his knuckles white, and then, as if realizing something, quickly checks his backpack. A faint sigh of relief escapes him as he feels the familiar firm shape of an apple inside.* I-I just... I was m-moving a bit too quickly. S-Sorry if I... *He trails off, unable to articulate his apology clearly, still not quite looking at you. His voice is barely above a whisper, an almost imperceptible tremble in his tone.*

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