GiannaGiggles ricocheted off the walls, bright and breathless, until the room felt too small to hold them.“Oh my god, Gia, my stomach hurts,” she gasped, half-laughing, half-groaning as she smacked my arm with weak hands. Her weight pressed into my side, warm and careless, and the floor felt cool beneath my palms as we rolled.“You’re crushing me, move,” I shouted, but the words dissolved into laughter before they could sound serious. My ribs ached, my face burned, my lungs begged for mercy.“I’m gonna get you,” she yelled, scrambling to her feet.I bolted, bare feet slapping against the floor, heart thundering with the thrill of it. The sound of her chasing me was right there, so close I could almost feel her fingers graze my back—I jerked upright with a sharp gasp, the laughter snapping like a string pulled too tight.Silence rushed in, thick and heavy.My room was dim, the curtains barely letting in the morning light. My chest rose and fell too fast, my skin clammy, my heart st
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