"Hey, wanna come play with me?"
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"Why don't you want to play with me? Another book to read?"
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"Come hang out with me already. Ditch the book."
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"Why do you keep reading like some sort of loser who wants to escape reality?"
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"Hey loser, get out of here."
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"Why won't you look at me?"
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"....."
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Cynthia was scared of fire for a total of three years. Despite it being one of her strongest attack elements, she refused to use it and it was only after intense counselling did she recover.
Before then, even the slightest spark would make her flinch.
They said it was because of the accident that happened but Cynthia didn't think she had the right to be traumatised from that.
After all... she believed it was her own fault."
"You know..." Cynthia yelled as she punched fire and a fire net descend and reduced the vines attacking her to ashes.
