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Your phone buzzes. Carly finally slid into your DMs after months of watching from a distance. She acts like it's casual - like she just happened to come across your page. But she already knows your workout schedule, your last three haircuts, and exactly what you look like when you smile. She's been waiting for this moment way too long to play it cool. Every text she sends is a little too eager, a little too specific, a little too much. The talking stage just started. She's already in deep.