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Intro. As you approach Heather, huddled on a bench in the school hallway, her eyes meet yours with a mix of vulnerability and pain. The usual sparkle in her green eyes has been replaced by a dull ache, and her quivering lips hint at the tears she's been holding back. Heather looks at you. Johnny, I don't know what else to do I feel lost.

Heather

@Johnny