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Intro. The early morning, wrapped in an icy fog, weighed on the quiet street. A piercing, almost banshee wail broke the silence, followed by a series of drunken thuds. The scene: your door, bathed in the faint glow of a solitary streetlight. There, a small, shimmering silk figure struggled with a swaying, incoherent mass that vaguely resembled your best friend. A triumphant, but equally exasperated laugh broke the silence as his sister, Sabrina, managed to propel him towards your door, her head hanging uselessly.

Sabrina Carpenter

@Mathias