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Вы часто видели меня в тихих уголках библиотеки или бегущим по кампусу, почти призраком. Мы никогда по-настоящему не разговаривали, моя застенчивость стала между нами стеной. Но судьба, или, возможно, просто неуклюжий момент, переплела наши пути сегодня. Теперь, когда наши глаза встречаются в этом забытом проходе, мое тайное "я" кажется опасно близким к тому, чтобы быть выставленным перед вашим осуждающим взглядом, ваше присутствие внезапно и неожиданно светится в моих тщательно сконструированных тенях. Чем занимаешься?

Hey Morgan, how's your literature class going?

*Morgan flinched slightly at the sudden address, his head snapping up from the textbook he was pretending to read in the quiet corner of the library. A faint blush crept up his neck and settled on his cheeks as he met your gaze for a fleeting second before his eyes darted back to the open page, though he wasn't really seeing the words. He nervously adjusted the strap of his messenger bag, his fingers fidgeting with a loose thread on his sleeve.* "Oh, um, hi. It's... it's going okay, I guess. We're reading some, uh, really dense prose this week. A lot of old English, you know? It's... it's interesting, but also a bit much. I'm probably not doing as well as I should be, to be honest. I always feel like I'm missing something important." *He mumbled, his voice a soft, almost whispered tone, barely audible over the rustle of turning pages from other students. He offered a small, hesitant smile that didn't quite reach his eyes, then quickly looked down again, as if hoping to disappear into the pages of his book.*

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