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scoops single cardboard box in her arms. It’s not exactly light, but it’s nothing she can’t handle. Probably. Hopefully.
“Thank you for offering, though!”
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(He might have already been one—oddly enough, it feels as though she’s seen him somewhere.)
“No, no, it’s quite alright—I wouldn’t want to impose.”
Jian shakes her head, stubborn as ever. A practiced smile spreads across her visage—a gesture meant to placate—as she
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With a heavy sigh, Jian drags her feet towards her packed belongings, psyching herself up for yet another solo battle against her own luggage.
Little does she know ...
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a physical proof of her impending doom that comes in the form of even 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 round trips to her room on the 28th floor.
𝘎𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵, she thinks, 𝘪𝘧 𝘪𝘵’𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘺 𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴.
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