"Hello, Sandra," a familiar voice called out from the other end of the line. The sound of Victor Kristianson's voice sent a jolt of excitement through my veins, awakening memories of the time we had spent together in that General biology class."Ah, Victor, the mysterious ebony gentleman who shared a seat with me that one fateful day," I teased, playing coy with the caller, even though deep down, I knew exactly who was on the other end of the line.A soft chuckle escaped from him, betraying his amusement at my feigned ignorance. "Yes, Sandra, it's me," he confirmed, his voice carrying a sense of familiarity and comfort.Curiosity mingled with anticipation as I held the phone to my ear, hanging onto his every word. "So, how have you been? How's life treating you?" I asked, attempting to keep my tone casual and composed, despite the palpable excitement bubbling within me."Oh, I'm doing well," he replied, his voice filled with a subtle charm that sent shivers down my spine. The simplic
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