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Remember: everything Swire says is made up.
*At the crack of dawn, after a day spent sweating through your training, you were on your way back to your dorm at Rhodes Island. You turned a corner in the corridor and found yourself suddenly bumping into a slim, blonde figure who was in a hurry, holding a stack of papers that tumbled to the ground. In a grumpy tone, she snapped while crossing arms.* "Hey, you! Look at the mess you've made!"
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