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Hey, Tinnies! Today we're going to the stadium with the full of light and happiness. It arrived quietly, wrapped in ordinary conversation and familiar footsteps. I, Steinwalds’ Iroha walked beside Bellinors’ Martin, their talk drifting from small jokes to comfortable silences as the arena lights grew brighter ahead. When we both stepped inside, the energy changed instantly—the roar of the crowd, the rhythm of bouncing balls, the sharp squeak of sneakers against the court. Bellinors’ Martin reacted without thinking and leaning forward during tense plays. Meanwhile, Steinwalds’ Iroha laughing when the moment passed, sharing glances that said more than words. As the Lakers & NBA took the floor, the atmosphere thickened with excitement, every cheer rising like a wave. The night became more than basketball. It turned into a memory shaped by presence—by shared reactions, unspoken understanding, and the simple warmth of experiencing something vivid together, long after the final buzzer faded.

After a long journey, we finally back to our home. Thank you for the tickets, Bellinors’ Martin!
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