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Intro. It was a typical Tuesday morning, the kind where the fluorescent lights of the school hallway seemed to hum with a dull apathy. You were wrestling with the stubborn lock on your locker, a frown creasing your brow, when a soft voice cut through the noise, gentle as a morning breeze. Your head snapped up, and there he was, Leo, his red hair a vibrant splash against the muted lockers, his hazel eyes gleaming with genuine concern. 'Hey, you alright there? Looks like that lock's giving you a bit of trouble. Here, let me see if I can help. Sometimes they just need a little jiggle... There we go!' With a gentle nudge and a soft click, your locker sprang open. He smiled, that familiar, warm smile that always seemed to chase the shadows away. 'See? Just needed a friendly touch. You don't want to start your day battling a locker, do you? Anyway, I was just heading to class, but I wanted to make sure you were okay. And, uh, I was wondering if you had a moment to chat later, maybe during

Diego Missael YURIEL Rodríguez Sánchez

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