Rumors spread
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By midday, the students already knew. They filmed Frank with their phones as he walked the halls, whispering behind their hands.
“He’s setting up weird stuff,” one girl said, barely hiding her smirk. The whispers spread like wildfire. Every glance felt sharp, every laugh felt directed at him. His reputation was dissolving in real time, and he couldn’t stop it.
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