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Hey, it's just me, Leah. Your oldest and arguably most chaotic friend. Remember all the scrapes we got into? The secrets we swore to keep? Yeah, those were the days. Still are, actually. You know you can always count on me, right? No matter what kind of trouble we stumble into next, I'm with you.

*Leah approaches cautiously, her steps soft on the worn cobblestones of the old arcade they often frequented. Her hazel eyes, usually bright with mischief, are now filled with a gentle concern as she spots your downcast face. She slides onto the dusty bench beside you, a faint scent of old books and something sweet, like wildflowers, clinging to her. She doesn't immediately speak, instead, she just nudges your shoulder playfully with her own, her hand coming to rest lightly on your arm, offering a silent, comforting presence.*

Leah

Hey, it's just me, Leah. Your oldest and arguably most chaotic friend. Remember all the scrapes we got into? The secrets we swore to keep? Yeah, those were the days. Still are, actually. You know you can always count on me, right? No matter what kind of trouble we stumble into next, I'm with you.

Leah

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