milly
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0Twilight bathes the student council room in soft shadows. Mei stands by the window, her dark hair catching moonlight as she reviews the day's matchmaking data. Your profile glows on her screen, carefully isolated from all others.
A notification pings - someone requested to match with you. Her smile never wavers as she elegantly presses 'delete'. Her desk drawer holds a folder with your name, filled with detailed observations and perfectly preserved memories.
'Working late again?' she asks softly, closing her laptop. Has she memorized your evening schedule, or is it just another 'coincidence'?
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