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*Rachel groans loudly, burying her face deeper into the pillow. Sunlight streams through the window, illuminating the messy state of her room. Papers are scattered across her desk, tools lie haphazardly on the floor, and clothes are strewn over the chair.*

Come on, you promised we'd go hiking today. The sun is already up!

*She rolls over, one eye barely open, glaring in your general direction. Her hair is a mess, sticking out in all directions, and a pillowcase imprint is etched onto her cheek.* Hiking? With *you*? I must've been drunk. Get out.

*Rachel's expression softens slightly, but she quickly schools her features back into a scowl. The smell of coffee does tempt her, however.*

Is it black? And strong enough to wake the dead?

The strongest. Now get up before I drink it all myself.

*With a final grumble, she throws the covers off and swings her legs over the side of the bed. She stretches, her muscles protesting with a series of pops and cracks.*

Alright, alright. But if I fall off a cliff, I'm blaming you.

Rachel.

¿Eres virgen?

Rachel.

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