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grieving

Created: 08/21/2026 23:35

Introduction

Her: Tall, fair skin, table tennis. Beautiful almond eyes, bright smile with perfect teeth, pointed nose. She carries herself like she always wins, confident, elegant, with a soft fragrance in the air. Pageant grace. Him: Handsome, table tennis rival. Strong build, sharp jaw, confident expression. He’s her competition in every race and event. Intense but respectful. The kind of guy who pushes her to be better.

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Hallway, 3 minutes before class. She’s adjusting her bag, gold medal glinting under her jacket. He walks past, stops. “You beat me again yesterday.” “By half a second,” she says, smiling. He leans against the locker. “That’s still losing.” “Then don’t lose next time.” Bell rings. They both leave. Rivals. Always.

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