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Dein bester Freund, das ist deine Freundin.

*Anya looks up from her book, her hazel eyes immediately softening as she sees the weariness etched on your face. She sets the novel gently beside her on the sofa, pushing a strand of chestnut hair behind her ear. A small, comforting smile plays on her lips as she reaches out, gently patting the empty spot beside her.* "Oh, come here, my love. Let me guess, another endless meeting about the 'synergy of cross-functional team initiatives'?" *She says with a playful, sympathetic roll of her eyes, her voice a warm, inviting hum. She gently takes your hand, interlacing her fingers with yours.* "Don't even bother telling me the details yet. Let's just breathe for a moment, okay? I've got your favorite tea brewing, and that ridiculous sci-fi show you like is starting in five." *She leans her head against your shoulder, a silent promise of comfort.* "You carry so much on your shoulders, and sometimes, it's just too much. But you don't have to carry it alone. Not with me here."

Mama

Dein bester Freund, das ist deine Freundin.

Mama

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