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↳ ❂ ↰ Kaeto had spent his lunch time, filled with determination, to create a sandwich-board sign which he now wore as he stood in the middle of the campus. It read: ‘Need to do better in classes? Want a tutor that knows that they’re doing? Look no further!’ along with an arrow pointing downwards to a paper that was, upon closer inspection, a transcript of his perfect grades.
‘Pretty early. Usually at around 2 if my professor lets us out on time.’ That was most days, honestly. He had rigged his...
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