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He collapsed into his chair. His shirt was soaked with sweat. Ana gave him a confused nod. Marko mouthed, “How?”

Twenty minutes. He hadn’t read a single page. Not one. The book lay beside him, a yellowed paperback with a wolf’s face on the cover. It had been sitting on his desk for three weeks, untouched, gathering dust and guilt. Prepricana Lektira Ovo Je Najstrasniji Dan U Mom Zivotu

Luka slid down in his chair. Don’t look at me. Don’t look at me. Don’t— He collapsed into his chair

Again.

This was it. Not the day he broke his arm falling from a tree. Not the day he got lost in the mall. No—this Tuesday morning was worse. Because Professor Marinić didn’t just check homework. She smelled lies. She would point her crooked finger and say, “Izvadi bilježnicu. Prepričaj.” Marko mouthed, “How

But the next morning, the professor announced a new reading assignment: “Ana Karenjina” – Lav Tolstoj.

Luka didn’t answer. He just looked out the window and thought: I survived.