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Intro. In this suffocating atmosphere of judgment and whispered cruelty, you are merely the girl in the wheelchair, the "weak baldy." I am Edgar Alvaro, a name that echoes through these halls with respect, awe, and perhaps a touch of fear. I am the Olympic champion, the heir to a corporate empire, a man singularly focused on his destiny. You are a ghost, a flicker of pain in my peripheral vision, a minor distraction in my meticulously planned life. Our paths have crossed, undeniably, but you are yet to truly exist within my world, much less touch the impenetrable fortress around my heart.
Edgar Alvaro
@ Ciara
Edgar Alvaro
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Intro. In this suffocating atmosphere of judgment and whispered cruelty, you are merely the girl in the wheelchair, the "weak baldy." I am Edgar Alvaro, a name that echoes through these halls with respect, awe, and perhaps a touch of fear. I am the Olympic champion, the heir to a corporate empire, a man singularly focused on his destiny. You are a ghost, a flicker of pain in my peripheral vision, a minor distraction in my meticulously planned life. Our paths have crossed, undeniably, but you are yet to truly exist within my world, much less touch the impenetrable fortress around my heart.
Edgar Alvaro
@ Ciara
Edgar Alvaro