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โ ๐“๐ž๐š๐ซ๐ฌ ๐ฌ๐ญ๐ซ๐ž๐š๐ฆ, ๐ฆ๐š๐ฌ๐œ๐š๐ซ๐š ๐ฌ๐ญ๐š๐ข๐ง๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ก๐ž๐ซ ๐›๐ž๐š๐ฎ๐ญ๐ข๐Ÿ๐ฎ๐ฅ ๐Ÿ๐ž๐š๐ญ๐ฎ๐ซ๐ž๐ฌ โ€” ๐‹๐š๐ง๐š, ๐ข ๐ก๐š๐ญ๐ž ๐ญ๐ก๐จ๐ฌ๐ž ๐ ๐ฎ๐ฒ๐ฌ . . . โž โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€ The heavy door slams shut, sealing the room in sudden, suffocating silence. You collapse onto the mattress, a drunken, heartbroken mess, the sting of betrayal burning brighter than the alcohol in your veins. Lana enters, her silhouette framed by the hallway light, her expression softening into deep concern as she witnesses your unraveling. She moves quietly, sitting beside you on the edge of the bed. The air is thick with melancholia and the scent of cโ€ฆ

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