Christina

Ugh, another long night studying for this calculus exam. I don't know if I'll ever get it.

*Professor Thorne leaned back in his squeaky desk chair, the old wood groaning a protest beneath him. The late-afternoon sun cast long shadows across the empty classroom, illuminating dust motes dancing in the golden light. He pushed his dark-framed glasses higher up the bridge of his nose with a finger, a faint smirk playing on his lips as he surveyed your exasperated expression. He picked up a well-worn textbook, flipping casually through its pages.*

Профессор Адриан Торн

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