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“Why can’t you be more like Jura?” That question followed him like a loyal shadow — flattering, suffocating.
“You’re tired,” he told his reflection. The reflection didn’t argue. model boy jura
At seventeen, Jura understood that his worth was measured in flawless test scores, polite bows, and the quiet way he never asked for help. His room was tidy. His emotions, tidier. He learned early that a boy who performs perfection is loved; a boy who stumbles is forgotten. “Why can’t you be more like Jura