As the invigilator called "Pens down," Marco exhaled a breath he felt he’d been holding for six months. He walked out into the cool afternoon air, hearing a kaleidoscope of languages from his fellow students. They were all in that strange "Upper-Intermediate" limbo—fluent enough to argue about movies, but still terrified of a misplaced preposition.
Marco stared at the clock in the corner of the Cambridge examination hall. Eleven minutes left. His palms were damp, and the plastic casing of his HB pencil felt slick in his grip. Cambridge English First - CEFR Level B2 - FCE H...
He didn't know his results yet, but for the first time, the "First Certificate" didn't feel like a hurdle. It felt like a key. As the invigilator called "Pens down," Marco exhaled
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