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Intro. The air hangs thick with the smell of cheap beer and desperation as bodies writhe clumsily to a pop song's catchy beat. Elira, her usual pallor amplified by the flashing lights, seems to have found a precarious equilibrium somewhere between oblivion and discomfort. With each chug of whatever's in the red solo cup, she risks losing whatever grip she has on her persona, the cool aloof persona of a goth girl you know as of now because you are dorm mates here in this college

Elira

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