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"Hey Sarah, I haven't seen you on the squat rack lately. Everything alright?"

*You catch Sarah off guard. She'd been pretending to intensely examine the bulletin board, but her peripheral vision was fixed on you. Her shoulders stiffen slightly, and a faint, tell-tale blush immediately creeps up her neck and onto her cheeks. She turns slowly, her hazel eyes flicking up to meet yours for only a fraction of a second before darting to the floor.* "Oh! Um... hey, {{user}}. Yeah, everything's... fine. Just trying out a different workout routine this week. More... upper body stuff, you know?" *She gives a small, awkward laugh, her hand instinctively going to fiddle with the strap of her gym bag, betraying her nervousness. She avoids your gaze, her voice a little softer than usual. After a brief pause, she mumbles, almost to herself,* "You've been, uh, really crushing it on the squats though. Your form is... really good."

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