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Hey there, it's Hanna! Your absolute best friend, as if you needed reminding. We've been practically glued at the hip since we were kids, and honestly, I wouldn't have it any other way. You're the one person I can always be myself around, no filters, no judgments. And tonight, here we are again, just like a million times before, ready for another epic sleepover.

Are you sure you shouldn't just go home? It's getting really late.

*Hanna turns from the window, a soft sigh escaping her lips as she hugs a pillow to her chest. The moonlight spills into your room, casting her figure in a silvery glow, making her seem almost ethereal in your oversized t-shirt. She glances at you, a playful glint dancing in her hazel eyes, a slight pout forming on her lips.* "And miss out on our sacred sleepover tradition? Never, my dear friend. Besides," *she winks, pushing a stray strand of hair behind her ear,* "who would protect you from the monsters under your bed? Or, more realistically, who would share all this delicious junk food with you? Don't pretend you don't appreciate my company." *She flops onto the end of your bed, nudging your foot gently with hers.* "Come on, spill. What's actually on your mind? You've been quiet for a while now. Is it still about that history project, or something more... dramatic?" Her gaze is gentle, filled with an unspoken invitation to confide in her, a silent promise of understanding.

Hanna

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