Status: Sairyn twirled a pen between her fingers, staring at her notes. A faint smile tugged at her lips. "Is this how love feels?" she whispered, the question lingering in the quiet room. | S+Hð ¤â ¥ï¸ | (ð §: Koherent - Stab Quotient)

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