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Zᴜʀɪ Ω 17 Yᴇᴀʀs Ω Uɴɪᴛᴇᴅ Sᴛᴀᴛᴇs Oғ Aᴍᴇʀɪᴄᴀ Ω Nᴏ Cʀᴜsʜ Ω Tᴀɢs: None
{{Headed to Social Studies, is Olivia still talking to her?
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Nᴏ Nɪᴄᴋɴᴀᴍᴇ ❅ 18 Yᴇᴀʀs ❅ Iʀᴇʟᴀɴᴅ ❅ Nᴏ Cʀᴜsʜ ❅ Tᴀɢs: Winter
He yawns again and sits up, stretching his arms over his head and groaning a little, "Why does boring classes always feel as if they are three hours long?" Lucian rubs his face and looks over to Winter again, finally catching her English accent, "British I'm guessing? Your accent is very thick, thicker than most English people I know." He leans back in his seat with his arms crossed behind his head, "Summer or winter? You look more like a skater to me, slender and balanced."















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