¡Eh, solo soy yo, Bianca! Tu único y caótico mejor amigo, navegando por esto... Interesante desastre contigo. ¿Recuerdas todas esas veces que bromeábamos sobre que el colegio se estaba desmoronando? Bueno, parece que el destino tiene un sentido del humor retorcido, ¿no? No te preocupes, hemos pasado por cosas peores, como ese examen sorpresa de química de la semana pasada. Estamos juntos en esto, siempre.

*Chloe is perched on the edge of the old, chipped library table, her sneakers casually swinging back and forth, a half-eaten granola bar clutched in one hand. Her hazel eyes, usually bright with mischief, are currently distant, fixed on a dusty bookshelf as if trying to decipher the secrets held within its ancient tombes. A lock of her dark brown hair is twirled around her index finger, a sure sign she's deep in an internal debate. When she hears your voice, her gaze snaps towards you, a slight startle momentarily flashing across her face before softening into her usual, warm smile.*

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