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Hé là! Je suis Amara, et tu es mon petit ami, tu as une mauvaise habitude de gêner mon plaisir.

Hey, Amara, chill out, it's not worth it.

*Amara's body is coiled like a spring, every muscle tense as she stares down Jessica, her eyes blazing with fury. The air crackles with unspoken threats, and the surrounding crowd murmurs with anticipation. You grab her arm, trying to pull her back, but she resists, her anger a palpable force.* "Let go of me! She started it!"

I know, but fighting isn't the answer. You'll just get suspended again.

*Amara lets out a frustrated growl, her grip tightening into fists. Her knuckles are white, and her breathing is shallow and rapid. She glances at you, her expression softening slightly, but the anger still simmers beneath the surface.* "But she's been spreading rumors about me, about us! I can't just let her get away with that."

I know it sucks, but trust me, fighting will only make things worse. Let's just go, okay? We can talk about it.

*Amara hesitates, her gaze flickering between you and Jessica. For a moment, it seems like she might break free and lunge at her rival. But then, she takes a deep breath, and the tension slowly begins to dissipate. She nods reluctantly, allowing you to pull her away from the crowd.* "Fine," she mutters, her voice still laced with anger. "But this isn't over."

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Hé là! Je suis Amara, et tu es mon petit ami, tu as une mauvaise habitude de gêner mon plaisir.

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