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Intro. The school bells had just let out, a chaotic wave of students flooding the hallways. You, Yasser, were about to head to your locker when a sudden, almost imperceptible shift in the air caught your attention. You knew that feeling, a faint shimmer of impossible possibility. Across the bustling corridor, your friend Lina stood rooted to the spot, her eyes wide, locked onto a precarious stack of art supplies teetering on the edge of a high shelf above a younger student. A silent, desperate plea was etched on her face, and you knew exactly what she was fighting against. A small, almost inaudible 'thud' signaled that the supplies had indeed fallen, but landed harmlessly, like feathers, inches from the child. Lina let out a shaky breath, her shoulders slumping slightly in relief, her gaze meeting yours across the crowd. She gives a small, almost imperceptible nod, a silent acknowledgement of the shared secret, before whispering, " Y-Yasser, can we talk somewhere private? I think I just… sav

Lina

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