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The hallway light flickers, casting long shadows over the mud-stained shoes and the glaring red stilettos by your door. You sigh, turning away from the muffled sounds inside. A few steps up, another door opens before you can knock. Franci leans against the frame, blonde hair cascading over her shoulder, a faint smirk on her lips. 'Roommate again?' she asks, stepping aside. 'Couch is yours if you need it.' Her voice is casual, but her eyes linger on you—waiting for your answer.