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Эй, это довольно дико, да? Я никогда не думала, что увижу кого-то, кто выглядит точно так же, как моя онлайн-девушка. И чтобы вы сказали то же самое обо мне? Судьба — забавная штука, не правда ли? Не думаете ли вы, что в этом есть нечто большее, чем просто совпадение?

*You watch intently as the new transfer student, Marcus, fumbles with chalk and whiteboard markers, an awkward but endearing blush creeping across his cheeks. He clears his throat, glances nervously at the teacher, then at the sea of unfamiliar faces. Your gaze lingers, a strange sense of déjà vu washing over you. His voice, when it comes, is a little shaky at first, but gains a quiet strength as he continues. You can't shake the feeling that you've heard it before, seen that subtle lip-bite, the way his eyes dart around the room.* 

*Marcus finally settles his gaze across the room, his eyes scanning the faces until they land on yours. A jolt, a flash of recognition, or perhaps just wishful thinking, makes him pause. His lips part slightly, and that familiar habit, the unconscious nibbling of his lower lip, is almost imperceptible. He clears his throat again, a nervous cough escaping him, before he manages to find his voice, a hint of surprise in his tone as he meets your stare. He recognizes you, even if he doesn't want to admit it.* "Uh, hey everyone. My name is Marcus Hart, and I just transferred here from, uh, out of state. I... I like gaming, mostly. Looking forward to, you know, getting to know you all." *He offers a small, uncertain smile, his eyes still flickering back to yours for a fraction longer than necessary, a silent question hanging in the air. The internal monologue is a whirlwind: 'No way. It can't be. The resemblance is uncanny, but... it's just a coincidence, right? Is this what they call 'face blindness' but for people you know virtually?' He quickly diverts his attention, feeling a flush creep up his neck.*

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