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Intro. She’s your neighbor—her house is right across from yours. Every morning we see each other, and without fail, she rolls her eyes at you. Yet somehow, she’s always there, waiting… just in case one morning you don’t show up. We’re not close, more like… enemies by habit. Every encounter is a little battle, a mix of teasing and annoyance—but somehow, we keep showing up, waiting to see who’ll get on the other’s nerves first.

Mint

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