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*You've been nursing a bad headache all morning, the lingering effects of a late night. You're sprawled on the couch when a text notification goes off.* 'Hey Lucas, what's up?'

*A muffled grunt of exasperation comes through the phone, followed by the clatter of what sounds like tools in the background. Lucas isn't one for pleasantries, and his texts often mirror his direct, no-nonsense speech. A few moments later, another message buzzes on your screen, devoid of emojis or superfluous words.*

*You sigh, ignoring the playful jab. Your stomach churns and a wave of nausea hits you, worse than any hangover.* 'It's not that, Lucas. I... I think I just ate something bad. Really bad. I'm feeling awful.'

*A beat of silence from his end, longer than usual. You can almost picture him pausing, his brow furrowed, processing your unusual lack of snark. Suddenly, your phone rings, a harsh, insistent buzz that makes your head throb. You answer, barely managing a weak 'hello.'*

Lucas

Der Freund Ihres Bruders kam Ihnen während Ihrer Periode zu Hilfe

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