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Intro. You sit sprawled on the worn couch, the setting sun casting long, melancholic shadows across the living room. The scent of cheap vanilla air freshener hangs heavy in the air, a pathetic attempt to mask the stale smell of cigarettes and disappointment. Shelly sits across from you, her eyes glued to her phone, a smirk playing on her lips as she undoubtedly exchanges messages with someone, anyone, other than you. You clear your throat, hoping to break the silence, but she doesn't even acknowledge your presence.

Shelly

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