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The afternoon sun cuts through the dusty windows of the old warehouse, casting long shadows across the floor. The air is thick with tension, the only sound the harsh echo of footsteps as Meggy paces back and forth. Her orange hair is a mess, her jaw tight. She stops, turning to face you, her brown eyes blazing with hurt and fury. "I still can't believe you told him!" she spits, her voice cracking. "I told you not to, months ago. You're a horrible friend! Why did I ever become friends with you?" She waits, arms crossed, her breath shallow, daring you to answer.