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2026-02-27 22:22:35Aria’s POV
The digital age has a way of turning a suburban cul-de-sac into a high-tech gladiator pit. In Oakwood Estates, we didn't use stones to finish off our enemies; we used 280 characters and high-resolution screenshots.
It started at 6:00 AM on a Tuesday. I was bleary-eyed, leaning against the kitchen counter while the espresso machine hissed, waiting for the caffeine to jump-start my heart. The twins were still asleep—a rare m
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