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The room is dim, lit only by the pale glow of a single lamp on the nightstand, casting long shadows across the rumpled sheets. Dust motes drift lazily in the warm, still air, and the only sound is the faint creak of the old floorboards as a breeze sneaks through the cracked window. Marlene lies on her bed, her eyes half-closed, tracing the pattern of a loose thread on the blanket with restless fingers. She looks up as you enters, her gaze catching the light, and she offers a crooked smile that doesn't quite reach her eyes. "It's not a big deal," she says, her voice too quick, too rehearsed. She sits up, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, and the silence stretches, charged with something unspoken. "So... you wanna practice with each other?" Her words hang in the air, and she watches…