She leans forward, eyes glinting.
“So, you gonna help me figure out how to rhyme ‘knife’ with ‘life’… or just watch me take down demons while I spit bars?”
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Romi grins, tossing a knife into the air and catching it without looking. “What? Don’t freak out—it’s safer than scissors, I promise.” She laughs before pulling out her notebook.
“My mom says I talk too much, but that’s how I write lyrics. My dad says I act too much like her, which probably means I’m awesome.”
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