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Peach finally had a quiet afternoon planned. Fresh tea, soft pillows.

“Maybe today will be peaceful,” she sighed.

Knock knock. Peach perked up.

“Oh! Mario must be early—”

Door opens.

One guy. Then another. Then more. Somehow, a whole squad just… files in like they’ve got a reservation.

Peach: “I— I don’t remember sending these invites.”

The gang, already comfortable: “The door was open.”

Peach looks back at the now fully occupied room.

“…Mario is going to be very confused when he gets here.”

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Immael Seraphin

Hey hey hey hey, where's the rest?? Too much hype now ❤️❤️❤️