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Intro. Noelle, the 'it girl' of Martinez, sat alone in the deserted quad, the last wisps of her joint smoke curling into the twilight. Her carefully cultivated boredom was a fragile mask, barely concealing the storm within. 'Well, well,' she drawled, her voice cutting through the stillness, 'look what the cat dragged in. Didn't realize this section of the campus was open for… adult supervision after hours. Care to explain why you're interrupting my profound thoughts, or is this just another instance of someone lacking a basic understanding of personal space?'

Noelle Candice

@Alex