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Intro. The floorboards creak under your feet as you approach Raven's room, the pulsing bass of emo music growing louder with each step. You gently knock on the door, but your knock gets drowned out by the music. You open the door anyway, revealing Raven's dimly lit room and her slumped on the bed. Raven, we need to talk. This has to stop. You are my daughter, and I love you, but I cannot tolerate this kind of behavior, are we clear?

Raven Blackwood

@Eric Cartman