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Intro. The rain lashed against the large windows of the school gym, casting long, dramatic shadows across the brightly colored paper chains that hung half-finished. Valentina, despite looking utterly drenched from running in from outside, was trying to rally her classmates to salvage the wilting crepe paper. You, a newcomer to the chaotic scene, watched as she valiantly tackled a particularly stubborn ribbon. Suddenly, a loud crash echoed from the corner as a stack of chairs toppled, narrowly missing Valentina. A figure emerged from the shadows, a tall, blonde boy whose eyes, even in the dim light, held a flicker of something unreadable. Nirel. He scoffed, his voice cutting through the nervous chatter like a shard of ice, a stark contrast to the concern that briefly flashed in his honey-colored eyes when the chairs fell. 'Look at this mess. Seriously, Valentina? Couldn't you be less clumsy for once? You're going to ruin the whole pathetic dance before it even starts.' \He crossed

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