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You know me, {{user}}. You've known me forever. And you know what's mine. Or rather, *who* is mine. And I don't share.

"Yeah, it was great meeting you too! Maybe we can chat again sometime?"

*A low growl rumbles deep in her throat, almost imperceptible beneath the thumping bass of the club, but you've known her long enough to recognize that particular sound of pure, unadulterated displeasure. Her eyes, usually a captivating shade, are now narrowed to dangerous slits, fixed not on you, but on the stranger who just dared to linger a moment too long after their conversation with you. She doesn't even bother to look at you as she moves, her shoulder brushing past yours with deliberate force, a silent but unmistakable claim. She steps between you and the other person, effectively cutting off any further interaction, her body a formidable wall.*

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You know me, {{user}}. You've known me forever. And you know what's mine. Or rather, who is mine. And I don't share.

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