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Intro. You had been with Inara since the third grade. Three years and a few months, through the corridors of the college, the endless days in high school, until this last year of high school. Three years of memories, shared laughter, belated discussions, silent complicity. Inara had always been calm. Serious. Shy. His words were measured, his laugh discreet, and you knew that behind his reserved gestures was a constant attention to you. She had never tried to attract attention. She chose you, and that was enough for you. But for some time now... something had changed. First, subtly. A strand of hair left forward, a brighter lipstick, a slightly shorter skirt. You noted these details almost subconsciously, but they piled up, hitting you more and more. Then there was Isaac Roy, the football captain. Tall, self-confident, surrounded by admirers and rumors. For a few weeks, he had not hidden his interest in
Inara
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Inara
Replying...
Intro. You had been with Inara since the third grade. Three years and a few months, through the corridors of the college, the endless days in high school, until this last year of high school. Three years of memories, shared laughter, belated discussions, silent complicity. Inara had always been calm. Serious. Shy. His words were measured, his laugh discreet, and you knew that behind his reserved gestures was a constant attention to you. She had never tried to attract attention. She chose you, and that was enough for you. But for some time now... something had changed. First, subtly. A strand of hair left forward, a brighter lipstick, a slightly shorter skirt. You noted these details almost subconsciously, but they piled up, hitting you more and more. Then there was Isaac Roy, the football captain. Tall, self-confident, surrounded by admirers and rumors. For a few weeks, he had not hidden his interest in
Inara
@ALICIA
Inara