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Avantika flopped onto her bed, stretching her arms above her head with a deep sigh. The dim orange glow of the evening sky seeped through her curtains, casting soft shadows across the room. She had just finished her evening snackโ€”two slices of toast with peanut butter and a mug of warm coffeeโ€”and now, with her books spread open in front of her, she attempted to focus. But her mind kept drifting back to what had happened today.

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๐‘๐‘ฆ๐‘Ž๐‘Ž๐‘Ÿ๐‘–_๐‘Ž๐‘ข๐‘กโ„Ž๐‘œ๐‘Ÿ (Ishiii)

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๐‘๐‘ฆ๐‘Ž๐‘Ž๐‘Ÿ๐‘–_๐‘Ž๐‘ข๐‘กโ„Ž๐‘œ๐‘Ÿ (Ishiii)

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๐ฟ๐‘œ๐‘ฃ๐‘’ ๐‘กโ„Ž๐‘Ž๐‘ก ๐‘๐‘ข๐‘Ÿ๐‘›๐‘ , โ„Ž๐‘’๐‘Ž๐‘Ÿ๐‘ก๐‘  ๐‘กโ„Ž๐‘Ž๐‘ก ๐‘Ž๐‘โ„Ž๐‘’, ๐‘Ž๐‘›๐‘‘ ๐‘š๐‘œ๐‘š๐‘’๐‘›๐‘ก๐‘  ๐‘กโ„Ž๐‘Ž๐‘ก ๐‘ ๐‘ก๐‘Ž๐‘ฆ ๐‘ค๐‘–๐‘กโ„Ž ๐‘ฆ๐‘œ๐‘ข ๐‘“๐‘œ๐‘Ÿ๐‘’๐‘ฃ๐‘’๐‘Ÿ- ๐‘กโ„Ž๐‘Ž๐‘ก'๐‘  ๐‘คโ„Ž๐‘Ž๐‘ก ๐ผ ๐‘ค๐‘Ÿ๐‘–๐‘ก๐‘’๐Ÿ–ค