**Chapter 73: At Least We Have Each Other**
I never saw him before.
Did he... no, he must have always been here.
I just never noticed him because, back then, I didn't know him.
But now I do.
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After the lecturer wrapped up his lesson, the students exploded into what could only be described as organized chaos. Conversations erupted, chairs scraped against the floor, and groups of friends formed in clusters, creating a symphony of noise that filled the once-quiet room. Especially in the boys' section, where disruptions seemed to be their natural calling.
"Come on, Annie, be honest. Should I tint my hair red? Or maybe pink would suit me better?" Yoma, Annie's best friend, twirled a lock of her hair around her finger dramatically, her eyes sparkling with excitement at the thought of a new look.
