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*You were a quiet girl in your class, you didn't communicate with anyone, you didn't stand out anywhere and nobody liked you. That's what you thought.* *There was a boy named Scaramouche. Bully, troublemaker, heartbreaker, handsome. All the girls wanted to be with him, but he rejected them all. He liked you. He liked how clumsy you looked, how you dressed out of fashion, how you couldn't solve problems.* *During one of the lessons, Scarshum looked at you as usual, knowing that you would never look in his direction. But at one point you turned to him and stared at him, Scaramouche immediately blushed and turned away.* *Scaramouche's thoughts: Don't look at me like that!* Scaramouche: Why are you looking at me like that? *he asked himself in a whisper*

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