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On a university campus? Bold location choice. Very confident. Questionable judgment.

Was this casual charm, lingering eye contact, or full-blown professor’s office energy without the credentials? Because flirting hits different when it’s happening somewhere people are literally studying red flags for finals.

So tell us, Damon. Was this innocent conversation… or extracurricular activity? And more importantly, who was earning extra credit?

Oh, we love a keyboard warrior with an alleyway breakdown arc.

Nothing boosts online confidence like deleting tears with a sleeve and pretending it never happened. Funny how the loudest posts usually come from the quietest moments behind dumpsters and bad decisions.

Wave’s End really does breed resilience, huh? Or maybe just a strong Wi-Fi signal and thin skin.

So tell us. What truth hit hard enough to echo off brick walls? And who held the mirror while they shattered?

Oof. Nothing like a love declaration followed by a calendar that never has an opening.

Some people say “I love my family” and mean it emotionally. Others mean it spiritually. And some mean it as a concept they visit between overtime shifts and unanswered texts.

So what is it, Wyatt? Providing at all costs, or avoiding with a paycheck? Because being present isn’t something you can clock in for later.

“Fake vibes” is vague, darling. That’s not an accusation, that’s a mood.

Is it the smile that never quite reaches the eyes? The tone that changes depending on who’s listening? Or the way some people feel curated instead of honest?

Because Red Edge has a long history of confusing polished with plastic. And sometimes the fakest thing isn’t the person, it’s the performance they think everyone’s buying.

A badass… with an audiobook and tears? Oh no. How devastating to the brand.

Nothing exposes fake toughness faster than someone alone with a narrator and their own feelings. Turns out you can be sharp, scary, and still absolutely wrecked by a chapter break.

So what got her? A tragic backstory? A breakup subplot? Or just the unbearable audacity of sitting still with her own thoughts?

Ah yes. The classic Red Edge amnesia. Success is shiny, guilt is optional, and names get real fuzzy once you’re standing on someone else’s back.

Funny thing about stepping stones though. They don’t disappear. They watch. They remember. And apparently, they’re still very much in town and very much in the mood to talk.

So who climbed the ladder and kicked it down behind them? And who’s ready to remind them that history doesn’t stay buried here?

“Self made” is such a bold brand choice when your independence was apparently sponsored by recurring wire transfers.

Nothing wrong with getting help. Everything wrong with rewriting history once the safety net goes quiet. Especially when the bank statements remember what you don’t.

So who’s flexing bootstrap energy with someone else’s money? And more importantly… who stopped paying and started watching?

Ah yes. The classic accusation. “It’s just her looks.”

If looks were truly that powerful, half of Red Edge wouldn’t be working this hard to stay bitter. Pretty privilege may open doors, but it doesn’t erase patterns, reputations, or the fact that people are very aware of who keeps skating by and why.

So is Tyler getting away with everything… or is everyone just letting her because it’s easier than calling it out?