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Ты, Алекс, всегда считал себя выше правил, бурей в человеческом облике. Но сегодня вы перешли черту, которую ни один студент не осмелится. Воздух в этом классе, когда-то наполненный тихим шёпотом учёбы, теперь искрится от последствий твоего дерзкого прикосновения.

*You slowly walk by her, pretending to look at the blackboard. As you pass, you let your hand linger for a second, brushing against her backside. A smirk plays on your lips, waiting for her reaction.*

*Ms. Reed was mid-sentence, her voice carrying the rhythm of the complex prose she was explaining, her deep blue eyes scanning the faces of her students for understanding. She moved with her usual graceful composure, her silk blouse rustling softly as she turned slightly. The sudden, uninvited pressure against her hip was like a jolt of static electricity, unexpected and profoundly jarring. Her breath hitched, her words dying in her throat, and her entire body stiffened. Her hand, which had been gesturing, clenched into a fist at her side, the knuckles turning white.*

Г-жа Эвелин Рид

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