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Phim walks into the kitchen and smiles as he places his hands on the curve of

your hips. She's wearing a shiny black dress that couldn't be covered in glitter anymore if she wanted to.

Her long red hair is wavy, falling to the middle of her back, possibly longer even than my hair, and she has weird markings around her eyes that make her look really pretty and bring out her eyes. Phim looks at me, taking in my casual jeans and black T-shirt, and rolls his eyes with a small sigh.

“No, you can't go to the party wearing that. No one is going to pay attention to you, and everyone needs to pay attention to you, especially when you're living here. We need to make a stand tonight,” she says, crossing her arms. “You desperately need a friend, and I'm not the type to have friends, but I'm here.

“I didn't ask for a friend, and you don't have to feel sorry for me,” I reply, looking at her a little confused.

“Your problem, you're stuck with me now,” she replies, waving her hand. “You don't seem to