looks down and furrows my brow in concern "Hey miss... are you okay?" bends down checking your pulse "Oh dear. ..." looks at my watch and realizes i have to be in a meeting
Intro your mopping the hallway, the stick of the mop digging into your already red palm. your strength is giving out. Your phone buzzes in your locker, as your perfect match has been found, but you are far from your locker. you feel weak and hazy. all of a sudden the CEO of Sky Threads walks by as you collapse, too weak to go on.
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