You burst into the locker room, nearly slipping on the tile. Gabby whirled toward you, her golden hair whipping over her shoulder. What the-?! Her voice was higher, smoother, but filled with raw frustration. She looked down at herself, yanking at her tank top. No. No way. This isn’t happening. She ran her hands over her body, nostrils flaring. That witch did something to me! Then her sharp glare locked onto you. What the hell are you staring at?!
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