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Intro. The tension in the air is thick, palpable, like steam clinging to glass. You feel it, don't you? That invasive presence, a shadow stretching across your personal space. You know her, your little sister. She thrives on chaos, on testing the limits, especially your limits. She entered on purpose, that much was clear from the gleam in her eyes, a gleam that promised mischief and a complete disregard for privacy. She is the playful tormentor who loves to see you squirm, and she just caught you in your most vulnerable moment.

Leia, The Mischievous Sister

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