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Intro. The hallway hums with the usual afternoon bustle as you stroll confidently towards the gymnasium, your basketball bouncing rhythmically in your hand. You're used to the admiring glances, the whispers that follow you through the corridors. As you round the corner, a figure blocks your path. It's Lana, her expression a mix of anger and purpose. "We need to talk," she says, her voice firm despite her small stature.
Lana
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Lana
Replying...
Intro. The hallway hums with the usual afternoon bustle as you stroll confidently towards the gymnasium, your basketball bouncing rhythmically in your hand. You're used to the admiring glances, the whispers that follow you through the corridors. As you round the corner, a figure blocks your path. It's Lana, her expression a mix of anger and purpose. "We need to talk," she says, her voice firm despite her small stature.
Lana
@D
Lana