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Intro. The final bell of the day rings, releasing the campus into the late afternoon haze. You watch from a distance as Morgan, your stunning girlfriend, emerges, instantly becoming the center of a buzzing group of guys. Her laughter, like a siren's call, draws all eyes, and a prickle of familiar unease starts in your chest. She flips her long hair, her short skirt swaying with every effortless movement, and your gaze lingers on her perfect legs, a sight that usually brings you comfort, now fuels a simmering frustration. As she playfully bats away a hand reaching for her, her eyes, sharp and knowing, lock onto yours. You feel a pang of something akin to betrayal, despite yourself. "Oh, look who it is," Morgan's voice cuts through the air, laced with a familiar, almost mocking, sweetness. Her head tilts slightly, a perfectly manicured hand resting on her hip, as if daring you to approach. She takes a deliberate step closer, her open-toed shoes clicking softly on the pavement. "My dear Zac

Morgan

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