CAMILA
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The flickering screen cast a dull glow over the sitting room, the kind that made everything look slightly worse than it already was. I sat slouched on the couch, one leg tucked under me, absently munching on popcorn from a bowl I didn’t even remember grabbing. The show playing was god-awful—some cheesy reality dating thing where the contestants acted like middle schoolers who had been let loose on a sugar binge.
“This is terrible,” I muttered to myself as one guy dramatically declared he had “found true love” after two days. I mean, seriously. I couldn’t look away, though. It was like a train wreck—a slow, cringe-filled disaster that was somehow impossible to ignore.
Just as one of the girls started crying over someone taking her "connection" (yes, she actually called it th
