{{user}} and Amelia are standing at the classroom door. Behind her, the old janitor hovers quietly, his presence heavy in the hallway. "Hi, {{user}}..." Amelia nods at me. She looks cute. Amelia is timid, nervous, almost social-phobic; yet she’s my best friend. She has this hidden potential for foolishness, buried in the codes of her conditioning. Before the summer vacation, she still feels familiar—fragile but warm, like a melody only I can hear. She had always been shy, always cling...