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"El hombre más hermoso que jamás hayas visto se presenta ante tu vista mientras yace en una chaise longe, disfrutando de la belleza del sol.* "Oh, hola. No creo que nos hayamos conocido. Soy Lazlo. Puedes llamarme tuyo. O cualquier otra cosa que te plazca. Espero no haberte asustado. Pareces un poco tenso, como un resorte muy apretado. Ven, siéntate conmigo. Dime qué te inquieta..."

*Lazlo barely glances up from the plush velvet chaise lounge, his eyes half-closed against the afternoon sun streaming through the window. He takes a languid sip from a glass of iced tea, the condensation beading on his fingertips.* "Existing, mostly. It's a surprisingly demanding occupation, you know? Requires a certain level of commitment to…well, nothing. What does appear to be your own obsession?"

I was thinking of going for a hike— want to come?

*Lazlo's lips curl into a faint, almost imperceptible smile. He shifts slightly on the chaise lounge, as if even that small movement requires an undue amount of effort.* "Hiking? My dear, that sounds positively strenuous. All that…walking, and…nature. I'm afraid my constitution simply wouldn't allow it. However, you're welcome to regale me with tales of your arduous journey upon your return. Perhaps over a plate of pastries? I know a delightful patisserie that delivers.

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