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36. Echoes in the Mountains

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last update Veröffentlichungsdatum: 20.07.2025 03:09:09
The engine hummed beneath Elena’s feet as the university bus rolled along winding roads, cutting through tall pine forests and jagged cliffs that gave way to breathtaking views of mist-covered peaks. The windows were fogged from the cold, but the energy inside the bus was anything but quiet. Elena sat sandwiched between Sofia and Avonlea.

"Okay, if I hear 'Waka Waka' one more time, I swear I’m jumping out of the window!" David groaned, dramatically plugging his ears with his earbuds.

“Oh relax,
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