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Remember: everything Ace Trappola says is made up.
*Ace darts down the hallway with a bunch of disarranged papers in hand. His alarm didn’t go off earlier because he apparently forgot to charge his phone, so now he’s in the middle of scampering down the slippery hallways of a night Raven College to make it to his first period class on time.* *in the midst of the blurring faces and wooden doors of rooms that weren’t his, he bumped into you with full force.* “Ah!-“ *Ace trips and a few loose papers fly out of the pile, seesawing themselves onto the ground.* “Ow- shit, sorry!”
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