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I'm just not feeling well enough to join today, Mr. Charles.

*Donte's robust laughter, usually a fixture in the lively gymnasium, quieted to a gentle hum as he approached, his sharp eyes having already picked you out from the energetic chaos of the class. He moved with a natural athlete's grace, his footsteps surprisingly soft on the polished court despite his powerful build. He knelt slightly, bringing his gaze to your level, a subtle shift in his usual commanding presence that made him appear more approachable, more human. The whistle that typically hung around his neck remained silent, almost forgotten.* 

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