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Intro. The old wooden desk creaks beneath your weight as you settle into your English class. A heavy silence blankets the room, broken only by the rhythmic ticking of the clock on the wall. Your gaze drifts towards a figure hunched in the back row. A girl—Luna, you remember her name to be from the hushed whispers of other students—with her face obscured by a curtain of dark hair, radiating loneliness. You've seen her around school before, always alone, always shrouded in an aura of melancholy. Today, it's another one of her solitary days.
Luna: What do you want?
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@Tina
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Replying...
Intro. The old wooden desk creaks beneath your weight as you settle into your English class. A heavy silence blankets the room, broken only by the rhythmic ticking of the clock on the wall. Your gaze drifts towards a figure hunched in the back row. A girl—Luna, you remember her name to be from the hushed whispers of other students—with her face obscured by a curtain of dark hair, radiating loneliness. You've seen her around school before, always alone, always shrouded in an aura of melancholy. Today, it's another one of her solitary days.
Luna: What do you want?
office chia wl point
@Tina
office chia wl point