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with his messenger bag on his seat, max pulled out his laptop and his handwritten notes, and placed them on his end of the space. considering it was only the start of the semester, he wasnβt bombarded with essays and coursework like usual. still, he wanted to get a head start on the readings his professor gave out. he was about to take his seat when he heard a voice speak near him. βyeah, iβd love to help. i have to warn you, though β iβm not the best at essays.β he gave her a small smile as he pulled the chair closer to hers before he finally sat.Β β usually i just ramble a lot and hope half of it is somewhat sensible. whatβs it about?βΒ
dorothy was thankful that max was willing to help but she wasnβt exactly surprised. from what she could tell, he was a nice guy and a good student as well. she thumbed through her notes until she found the page she was looking for and put her notebook between the two.Β βi honestly donβt need help writing the essay, just with like...understanding the nuances and things of international relations.β sometimes dorothy saw things as very black and white, good and bad, but this was a paper that specifically asked her to not do that which was proving to be somewhat of a struggle for her.Β βso iβm writing this paper on intersectional feminism outside of the western world and thereβs just a lot of things i donβt understand about certain countries. like the israel-palestine conflict is really doing my head in right now.β














