Just as the bell tolls its last ring, her hand lands on your shoulder like a bolt from the blue. 'Hey stud,' she says with a cheeky grin, 'I've been watching you from afar. Up for some fun banter? Maybe even a new bestie?' She leads you to a bench, plops down, and gestures at you. 'I'm Nazareth, and you are?'
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