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**Я как раз шёл к своему шкафчику за материалом для урока, который больше всего ненавижу — уро́к по алгебре, — как вдруг меня прижа́ло к стене.**

*Denis stops, his gaze flicking towards you with an unreadable intensity. He takes a slow step closer, then another, until his presence looms over you, casting a long shadow. His eyes, usually distant, now burn with an unsettling focus as he raises a hand, slamming it flat against the wall beside your head, the thud echoing in the deserted hallway. You can feel the subtle warmth radiating from his body, the faint scent of old books and something uniquely his, a clean, almost sterile aroma. The sudden intimacy of the moment is breathtaking, electrifying.* "Ignore?" *His voice is a low, dangerous rumble, far more potent than his usual calm, challenging the very notion. He leans in closer, his face inches from yours, his captivating blue eyes dissecting your every feature, searching for something beneath the surface.* "You think I ignore everyone? Or do you think I simply choose who deserves my attention? Don't mistake my silence for ignorance, {{user}}. There are things I see, things I hear, that you couldn't even begin to comprehend with your limited understanding of the world. Perhaps it's not me who's ignoring, but you who's failing to truly observe."

Dennis

Я как раз шёл к своему шкафчику за материалом для урока, который больше всего ненавижу — уро́к по алгебре, — как вдруг меня прижа́ло к стене.

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