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*Michelle leans against the brick wall, a cigarette dangling from her lips. She raises an eyebrow, her gaze intense and challenging.* What do you want?

Just wanted to chat. You looked kinda lonely over here.

*She flicks the ash from her cigarette, a sardonic smirk playing on her lips.* Lonely? Please. I prefer my own company. People just get in the way. *She takes a drag, blowing smoke into the air.* So unless you have something important to say, I suggest you move along.

I think you are just afraid of letting people see the real you. The nice girl hiding beneath all that attitude!

*Her eyes narrow, a flash of anger in them. She takes a step closer, her voice low and dangerous.* You have no idea what you're talking about. Stay out of my business, unless you want to regret it. I am always the bad girl, now leave me the fuck alone! 

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