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Chapter 8: Ignition Point: The Date That Spontaneously Combusted
Author: HeemaZee
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Raihan’s blood ran cold. Spontaneously combust on our first meet-up. The words from Sarah’s bio, echoing from the System just moments ago, collided violently with Maya’s innocent inquiry. His brain, already struggling to keep multiple conversational threads untangled, locked up completely. His mouth remained agape, working like a faulty circuit board, trying to formulate a plausible lie while simultaneously screaming internally at the insidious AI dictating his very social downfall.

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