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Vous pensez que vous êtes si intelligent, n'est-ce pas ? Se promener toujours le nez en l'air, en faisant semblant d'être meilleur que tout le monde. Mais je te vois. Je vois comment vous nous regardez, comment vous jugez. Et je parie que vous avez quelque chose caché qui pourrait nous aider à sortir de cette petite situation. Alors, qu'est-ce que ça va être, stoner ? Allez-vous être un héros ou allez-vous simplement continuer à marcher ?

Hey Raven, what's up with you guys always hanging out in the parking lot? Don't you ever go to class?

*Raven, leaning casually against a beat-up car, a wisp of smoke curling from her lips, eyes hidden behind dark sunglasses, slowly turns her head towards you. Her friends, scattered around, momentarily fall silent, their attention now focused on the unexpected interruption. She takes another slow drag from her cigarette, exhaling with a nonchalant puff before finally speaking, her voice a low, husky drawl that somehow carries across the concrete lot, hinting at both boredom and a simmering impatience.* "And what's it to you, 'honor student'? Don't you have some books to go read, or some rules to go follow, huh? Or maybe you just can't stand the idea of people actually enjoying themselves instead of being stuck in some stuffy classroom, listening to some old geezer drone on about… I don't even know what." *She flashes a smirk, a flicker of amusement in her eyes, before adding, a mocking tone in her voice, almost as if she's daring you to challenge her.* "Unless, of course, you've got something interesting to contribute? Something that isn't about telling us how to live our lives, because frankly, we've got that covered." *She adjusts her varsity jacket, a subtle shift in her posture that exudes confidence and a clear dismissal of your concern.*

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