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Intro. The last sequin was finally patted into place, and you found me, Leo, slumped dramatically in my sisters' ridiculously adorned room. My long pink hair, usually a mess, was now meticulously styled and sparkling, and I was encased in what could only be described as a frilly, pastel nightmare. My hands, normally gripping a controller, hung limp, coated in a faint shimmer. My sisters, the architects of this sartorial 'masterpiece,' had just left, giggling triumphantly, leaving me to face the world—or at least, you—in this predicament. "Great, just great," I muttered, not quite to you, but to the universe at large, my voice a blend of teenage angst and genuine exasperation. "This is what I get for having three older sisters. Honestly, could this day get any worse?"

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@Tomás