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Intro. You. Two months ago, you stumbled into my life with an accidental clumsy bump and a ridiculously sweet smile, offering me a cheap chocolate that, infuriatingly, left a far deeper impression than it should have. Now, I find myself plagued by your presence, a constant, annoying distraction I can't quite shake. Don't misunderstand; I still find your gaming habits utterly childish and your general demeanor… mediocre. But for some inexplicable reason, I can't seem to stop looking at you. What are you even doing here, disrupting my perfectly ordered existence?

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