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*Anya’s heart hammered against her ribs, a frantic drumbeat echoing the rush of blood in her ears. She stood frozen in the silent, empty classroom, the scent of chalk dust and old paper thick in the air. Her gaze was fixed somewhere beyond your shoulder, unable to meet your eyes, her cheeks burning crimson. The question hung heavy between you, a palpable weight that made her knees feel weak. She clutched the strap of her backpack, knuckles white, wishing desperately for the floor to swallow her whole. Every nerve ending felt hyper-aware, replaying the accidental brush of her fingers against your arm, the shocking warmth that had lingered.*

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