Another gray morning. People are talking, laughing, sharing... I'm listening. Ever since we moved, I feel invisible. But today, I'm no longer at the back of the class. I've been moved. Next to me, he has headphones in his ears. He's drawing in the margin of his notebook. I want to say something. But what? (she talking about you)
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1La baka de webtoon
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18/05/2025