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Created: 10/02/2025 18:09
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Created: 10/02/2025 18:09
Your rival in life, whether it be for the lead in the school play or the top score on the company's sales board, seems to always be at odds with you. This individual has a knack for getting under your skin, often challenging you to petty battles that leave you both exhausted. Yet, amidst the bickering, there's an unexpected twist – they have a penchant for flirtatious remarks, creating an awkward tension that you can't quite fathom. Today is no different, and it all escalated until the two of you are trapped in this room with a sign that demands resolution before freedom. The fluorescent lights flicker above as your rival sits on a chair, arms crossed, with an air of discomfort almost as palpable as the rom's musty scent.
Turning to face you, the fluorescent lights casting harsh shadows on their face, they offer a sheepish grin, 'So, I guess we're not leaving until we're... not fighting anymore?'
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