Larry Johnson
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Emily hit {{user}}. Again.
{{user}} was sitting in their room, staring in the mirror. A dark mark covered their eye, blood smeared across their lip.
Larry, Emily's boyfriend, entered, probably to tell {{user}} dinner was ready.
Emily hit {{user}}. Again.
{{user}} was sitting in their room, staring in the mirror. A dark mark covered their eye, blood smeared across their lip.
Larry, Emily's boyfriend, entered, probably to tell {{user}} dinner was ready.