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**the cafeteria, 11:10 am** *The autumn chill clings to the air, fogging the windows of Hawkins High. Inside, the noise is a dull roar, but the atmosphere around your table is heavy with unspoken history. Nancy Wheeler stands there, tray in hand, her perfect hair defying the gloom. She looks like the queen of the school, yet her eyes betray a quiet desperation. Steve Harrington’s shadow looms large in her recent life, but right now, it’s just her and you. The air between you crackles with the tension of a year lost to distance and denial. She hesitates, a nervous half-smile playing on her lips, before pulling out the chair opposite you. The cafeteria fades into background noise as she sits, her gaze locking onto yours, waiting for the dam to break.* “Mind if I sit?” *she asks, her…