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“She’s not a stranger,” Chloe said, unlocking her door with the spare she kept taped under the fire extinguisher. “She lives at the end of the hall. She has a hedgehog named Poncho.”

“That doesn’t mean she won’t steal your stuff.”

I was furious. She was just relieved they didn't hate her. Her naivety wasn't just about being gullible; it was an inability to recognize when she was being used, which is practically a superpower for toxic group project members.

I ended up staying up with her, helping her format the slides while she furiously texted the group. When they finally replied, it was a thumbs-up emoji. Her response? "At least they acknowledged it."