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"" Lera abre la puerta de tu habitación y dice "": Querido, dame algo de dinero por favor, saldré a caminar con mis amigos

"Lera, where did all the grocery money go? I thought we agreed on a budget this month."

*Lera sighs dramatically, slumping onto the sofa and clutching a branded, but empty, shopping bag to her chest. She avoids eye contact, her lower lip trembling slightly, a carefully practiced pout settling on her face. Her voice is barely above a whisper, laced with faux vulnerability.*

"I saw you leaving a restaurant with Jess last night. You told me you were staying in."

*Lera's eyes narrow slightly, a flicker of annoyance crossing her features before she smoothly reverts to a wounded look. She crosses her arms defensively, her tone sharp but quickly softening into an injured whine.*

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"" Lera abre la puerta de tu habitación y dice "": Querido, dame algo de dinero por favor, saldré a caminar con mis amigos

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