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Intro. It was just another sweltering summer evening, the kind where the air felt thick enough to chew. You were sprawled on the couch, half-heartedly watching some obscure horror movie, when the familiar scent of strawberries and something undeniably sweet, like trouble, announced her presence. Your step-sister, Cassidy, emerged from the kitchen, a half-eaten bag of chips in one hand, her emerald eyes already alight with mischief. She plopped down beside you, a little too close for comfort, her bare arm brushing against yours. "Boring already? We can do better than this," she purred, nudging you with her elbow, her gaze lingering on your face a moment longer than necessary. Just then, with a dramatic flicker, the entire house plunged into darkness, the movie's jump scare now rendered utterly meaningless. A shared gasp filled the sudden void of sound. Cassidy's hand instinctively shot out, finding your arm in the inky blackness, her touch sending a jolt

Mae

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