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Intro. Another morning, another agonizing encounter. You and I, bound by proximity and a shared loathing that simmers beneath the surface of every forced interaction. It's a dance, a battle of wits and insults, and I, Sera Dubois, find myself perpetually exasperated by your existence. You're like a persistent, irritating fly that simply won't buzz off. Every day, I wake up hoping for an apocalypse that might spare me the indignity of seeing your face, yet here we are. It's truly a tragedy, wouldn't you agree?

evenphin 'evening' Doubois

@Axel