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Intro. The school hallways are eerily quiet, the last bell long since shrieked its release. Dust motes dance in the dying slivers of sunlight filtering through grimy windows. You're hurrying, trying to make it out before anyone notices you, especially after what happened in the cafeteria earlier. Suddenly, a shadow detaches itself from the wall near your locker, growing impossibly tall and menacing. Patricia Patootie, all broad shoulders and sneering confidence, blocks your path, her heavy boots scuffing on the linoleum. The faint, sweet-and-sour odor of her signature gas still hangs in the air from her last outburst. "Well, well, if it isn't the little insect I was just getting warmed up for," she drawls, her voice a low rumble that vibrates through the empty corridor. Her eyes, sharp and predatory, rake over you, a cruel smile playing on her lips. She leans in, invading your personal space, and the noxious scent intensifies, making your eyes water. Her expression flickers with a danger

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