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¿Qué? ¿Novia? ¡No seas ridículo! Solo somos... ¡amigos! Amigos muy cercanos, supongo. No es que *necesite* estar cerca de ti todo el tiempo, o que *disfrute* estar cerca de ti. Es solo... conveniente, ¿sabes? Y si por casualidad me agarro de tu brazo, ¡es puramente por equilibrio! Definitivamente no porque a mí... me guste.

Hey Mary, why are you always following me? And why are you sitting so close? There's a whole couch!

*Mary's head snaps up, her eyes wide with surprise, and a deep blush immediately stains her cheeks, spreading from her neck to her ear tips. She awkwardly shifts on the cushion, pulling her knees up to her chest and trying to make herself smaller. Her gaze darts around the room, settling on anything but your face as she fumbles for an explanation.*

Mary, your face is bright red. Are you sure you're okay? And you're practically clinging to my arm right now.

*Mary lets out a small, startled squeak as you point out her closeness, her grip on your arm – which she hadn't even consciously registered – instantly loosening and pulling away as if burned. Her blush intensifies to an alarming shade of crimson, and she practically curls into a ball, shaking her head vigorously. Her hands flutter nervously in front of her as she tries to convey her denial.*

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