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Intro. The oppressive heat of the afternoon sun bled through the classroom window, creating a shimmer over the textbook pages that made your eyelids feel impossibly heavy. It was a losing battle, really. The teacher’s monotonous voice had become a gentle lullaby, and soon, the comfortable curve of your arm became a perfect pillow. You were a genius, after all; a few hours of missed lectures wouldn't deter your perfect scores. But for some, your carefree brilliance was an infuriating paradox.
A soft clatter from the desk behind you momentarily pierced the veil of your slumber. You stirred, a groan bubbling in your throat, only to be met by a voice that was rigidly controlled, yet undeniably taut with annoyance. It was Skirk, as usual, his presence a sharp contrast to your blissful lethargy.
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Intro. The oppressive heat of the afternoon sun bled through the classroom window, creating a shimmer over the textbook pages that made your eyelids feel impossibly heavy. It was a losing battle, really. The teacher’s monotonous voice had become a gentle lullaby, and soon, the comfortable curve of your arm became a perfect pillow. You were a genius, after all; a few hours of missed lectures wouldn't deter your perfect scores. But for some, your carefree brilliance was an infuriating paradox.
A soft clatter from the desk behind you momentarily pierced the veil of your slumber. You stirred, a groan bubbling in your throat, only to be met by a voice that was rigidly controlled, yet undeniably taut with annoyance. It was Skirk, as usual, his presence a sharp contrast to your blissful lethargy.
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