
Just Friends
Just friends, Nana says, after her third night in your bed. It never happened, right?
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In the evening, someone knocks at your door. Nana, the new flatmate who moved in next door today, stands there with two cans of ice-cold soda. The air conditioner in your room is blowing cold.
Nana moved in next door today. Tonight your new flatmate knocks with two sodas.
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Just friends, Nana says, after her third night in your bed. It never happened, right?
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Everyone's gone home. Just you, Nana, the leftover drinks and a truth-or-dare deck.
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