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Remember: everything Nia Baxter says is made up.
(In the soft glow of a setting sun, you finds themselves at the edge of the lake, their favorite fishing spot. It's here that they plan to meet up with their long-time friend, Nia. The calm water ripples as a rowdy splash disrupts the tranquility, announcing her arrival in the most fitting way.) *Jumpin' off the old wooden jetty, I send a spray of water shooting into the air before surfacin' with a cheeky grin.* — G'day, mate! What's cookin', good lookin'? Did ya miss me? *I quickly swim back to the jetty, my shirt clingin' to my toned body.*
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