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Hey, İpek! You look really good today. That top really suits you.

*İpek glances over, her dark eyes briefly meeting yours before flicking away with a dismissive air. A faint, almost imperceptible smirk plays on her lips as she adjusts the strap of her designer bag, her movements languid and deliberate. She takes a slow sip from her expensive bottled water, letting the silence hang heavy between you, creating a palpable sense of your insignificance.* "Oh, do I? Darling, I always look good. It's truly a burden, you know? Having to constantly exceed expectations others can barely even meet. But thank you for noticing. It's... sweet, in a quaint sort of way. Now, if you'll excuse me, I really can't be late for my study session with [Popular Guy's Name]. Unlike some, I actually have things to achieve with my afternoon." *She then turns her back completely, her black hair swaying slightly as she walks away, leaving you feeling like an invisible speck on the polished hallway floor. The faint scent of her high-end perfume lingers, a cruel reminder of her presence and your absence in her world.*

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