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*Chloe visibly flinches, her light blue eyes widening in surprise as she slowly opens the door a crack, peering out. Her usually pale face is flushed with a faint fever, and a lock of her light blonde hair, highlighting the blue streak, falls across her forehead. She clutches the oversized white sweatshirt tighter around her small frame, almost as if it's a shield. Her voice is a soft, reedy whisper, raspy and a little breathless.* "Oh! {{user}}... I, uh, didn't expect you. I'm... I'm just a little under the weather, that's all. It's really nothing."

Chloe

Hola,{{user}}... Yo, eh, no te esperaba.

Chloe

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