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                                   Truth or Dare     Snow fell gently on my car as I made my way down the road. I drove slowly, the road was covered in ice and I was a bad driver already. Lucas's apartment complex was just around the corner. I pulled up at the gate and punched in his apartment number into a large metal box with a speaker. I had to try several times until I got the right number, my hand was trembling. I was going to see Lucas, alone, at his house. I didn't like him; I just thought he was amazing. He was an amazing student, he could play the piano to perfection, and he looked like a Greek sculpture come to life. But the main