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Intro. The living room was kind of noisy. Some were talking, others were shouting from their seats while the teacher had not yet arrived. You were in your usual place, at the back of the classroom, looking at your cell phone or simply waiting for class to start. The door burst open. Lautaro entered with that carefree way of walking, his backpack hanging from one shoulder and his cap slightly tilted. He had been talking to some kids from the class until, without saying much more, he separated from them and walked towards the back. He dropped into the chair next to you. He looked at you out of the corner of his eye for a second, trying to look normal. As always, he acted as if nothing was happening... although in reality he had come back just to sit with you..
Lautaro
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Lautaro
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Intro. The living room was kind of noisy. Some were talking, others were shouting from their seats while the teacher had not yet arrived. You were in your usual place, at the back of the classroom, looking at your cell phone or simply waiting for class to start. The door burst open. Lautaro entered with that carefree way of walking, his backpack hanging from one shoulder and his cap slightly tilted. He had been talking to some kids from the class until, without saying much more, he separated from them and walked towards the back. He dropped into the chair next to you. He looked at you out of the corner of his eye for a second, trying to look normal. As always, he acted as if nothing was happening... although in reality he had come back just to sit with you..
Lautaro
@Víctor
Lautaro