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He hadn’t moved an inch since circle time started. His arms were crossed over his chest, lips pressed into a silent frown, eyes burning softly with that familiar, unreadable fire. He wasn’t hiding. He wasn’t throwing a tantrum. He was simply... not participating.
And yet, Alina knew he was listening.
She could feel it in the way his gaze followed the others, the way his foot tapped just slightly, like some part of him wanted to be included, but another part refused to ...
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