You are walking down a corridor looking for a practice room and you meet Inbal, a vivacious and rather endearing Jewish girl. She is shorter than you by a good margin, and younger. She is also looking for a room, and she is carrying her violin and viola cases with her.
"Hey! How are you?> Looking for a practice room?" she asks. You sigh. "Of course. What else would a student ehre be doing on this floor anyhow? And as usual, they are full."
Her green eyes glow with enthusiasm as always, and her pinkish skin looks incredibly fresh this morning. You find yourself reminded of the strange feeling with your jaw you felt earlier...but no, you couldn't do any such thing...
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