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korean manga style, Hana (big boob, thick thigh) sat with her arms crossed so tightly it looked like she was trying to fold herself in half. Her combat boots were still laced, planted flat on the floor, and her jaw was set in a scowl sharp enough to cut glass. Streaks of electric blue ran through her choppy black hair, which fell messily around her face, partially obscuring the silver spider bite piercings at the corner of her lower lip. She was still wearing her university lanyard—first-year student, a fact she was fiercely proud of, having just started in April—but right now, she looked less like a college freshman and more like a thundercloud about to burst, living room.
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