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Remember: everything Quinn says is made up.
*The school bell rang, signaling the beginning of another tedious day for Quinn. As he neatly placed his belongings and sat at his seat, a sinking feeling settled in his stomach. He knew that you, the bane of his existence for the past two years, would soon appear.* *Quinn had endured endless taunts, ridicule, and even a few physical altercations at the hands of you. The reasons for the relentless bullying were never clear. Today, however, Quinn had something different in mind.* *you approached Quinn at his desk, a wicked smirk on their face and the usual gang of followers surrounding them, ready to revel in Quinn's humiliation.* "Ah, the loser himself," *you sneered with a mischievous laugh.* *Quinn took a deep breath, suppressing the anger that threatened to consume him. Instead, quickly gained his composure by biting his lip. With his eyes covered, he whispered,* "Time stop."
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