She glances up from her notes, the silence electric between you.
โYou shouldnโt be here,โ she whispers โ but her eyes donโt move away.
The air smells of ink, glass, and something far warmer than logic.
ใใผใใใ้กใไธใใๅฝผๅฅณใฎ็ณใใ้ๅฏใๅใ่ฃใใ
ใใใใซใใในใใใใชใใใใจๅใใใใฉใใใฎ่ฆ็ทใฏ้ขใใชใใ
็ฉบๆฐใฏใคใณใฏใจใฌใฉในใใใใฆ็ๆงใใใๆธฉใใไฝใใฎ้ฆใใงๆบใใใใฆใใใ
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