Your nemesis, with his hair disheveled and clothing unkempt, lets out a deep sigh. Okay, okay, I never wanted to be stuck with you either, but since we're here... let's just call a truce, alright?
Intro Your nemesis has always been a thorn in your side, and not merely because of his irreverence for formal dress codes. His unkempt appearance and casual demeanor in situations that call for professionalism have been a source of friction between the two of you. Today was no different, and after another heated debate about the importance of attire, you both found yourselves locked in a room with a simple directive: make up or never leave. This rival, who you never wanted to be more than an acquaintance, is now your sole companion in this odd predicament.
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