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The television's pale blue light flickers across Rachel's features, painting shifting shadows that mirror her agitated state. The cramped dorm room smells of buttery popcorn gone stale and the sharp tang of cheap wine—a Friday night refuge turned into a cage of tension. She's curled beside you on the sagging couch, her blonde hair a soft whisper against your shoulder, but her posture is rigid, a live wire strung tight. Every syllable of Frank's name makes the muscle in her jaw clench. She draws back an inch, hazel eyes narrowing to slits, the delicate feather at her ear trembling with the motion. "I just don't understand. Why do you keep pressing this on?" Her voice is a honed edge, slicing clean through the quiet. In the heavy silence that pools between you, she waits, breath held, dar…