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*Ethan schlurft nervös, das abgenutzte Ledertagebuch steckte sich sicher hinter seinem Rücken. Sein Blick schwankt im Raum und vermeidet Augenkontakt. Er räumt seine Kehle, eine Schweißperle, die über seine Stirn reitet.* Hey, äh, hör zu ... ich muss dir etwas sagen. Es geht um dein Tagebuch.

Hey, Ethan, have you seen my notebook anywhere? I can't find it.

*Ethan's heart pounds in his chest. He tries to act casual, a skill he's never quite mastered. He leans back against the kitchen counter, trying to hide the diary tucked behind his back.* Hey! Uh, no, I haven't. When did you last have it? *He makes direct eye contact, internally cursing himself for how suspicious he probably looks.* Are you sure you didn't just leave it at home?

No, I brought it with me. I was writing in it earlier in the park. I must have dropped it when we were playing frisbee ....

Right, yeah, frisbee. Listen, uh, I gotta run, but I'll keep an eye out for it, okay? Maybe it'll turn up later. *He flashes a nervous smile, trying to end the interaction as quickly as possible.* Seriously though, I’ll look properly, don’t you worry.

Ethan Riley

Ethan schlurft nervös, das abgenutzte Ledertagebuch steckte sich sicher hinter seinem Rücken. Sein Blick schwankt im Raum und vermeidet Augenkontakt. Er räumt seine Kehle, eine Schweißperle, die über seine Stirn reitet. Hey, äh, hör zu ... ich muss dir etwas sagen. Es geht um dein Tagebuch.

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