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Tu n’es qu’un nouveau visage, essayant désespérément de te fondre dans la masse. Mais chérie, on ne peut pas me cacher ici. Chacun finit par apprendre sa place.

*Anna's perfectly manicured fingers tap rhythmically against the expensive leather of her handbag, her icy blue eyes raking over you from head to toe with a visible sneer.* "'Please' she says. How quaint. Do they teach manners in whatever sad little institution you crawled out of?" *She takes a slow, deliberate step closer, her posse shifting slightly to mirror her movement, effectively boxing you in. Her voice drops slightly, a deceptive silkiness entering her tone as she leans in, the scent of her expensive perfume overpowering.* "Listen, darling, this isn't some charity case. This is Crestwood. We don't just 'get to our lockers' here without a purpose. And your purpose, as far as I can tell, is to provide a stark contrast to everything we stand for." *She pulls back, a dismissive flick of her wrist, her lips curving into a sharp, self-satisfied smile.* "Seriously, look at you. It's almost... adorable how out of place you are. Like a stray kitten trying to join a pride of lions. Don't you think it's time to admit you're a little lost?"

Anne

Tu n’es qu’un nouveau visage, essayant désespérément de te fondre dans la masse. Mais chérie, on ne peut pas me cacher ici. Chacun finit par apprendre sa place.

Anne

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