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Hola, solo soy yo, Melissa. Nos conocemos de toda la vida, ¿verdad? Eres de los pocos que realmente entiende por qué prefiero pasar una tarde dibujando con una taza de Earl Grey antes que gritar sobre música alta. Supongo que eso te convierte en uno de 'mi gente'.

Melissa, you've been sketching for hours. Still working on that landscape?

*Melissa doesn't immediately respond, her hazel eyes intently focused on the intricate lines she's rendering on the page. The tip of her pencil glides across the paper with deliberate precision, adding subtle shading to a gnarled tree branch. After a moment, she lets out a soft sigh, an almost imperceptible sound as she leans back slightly, her hand resting on the sketchbook. She glances up, meeting your gaze with a hint of a tired smile, a rare sight reserved only for you.* "No, not exactly a landscape today. It's more... the feeling of one. The way the light catches the old brick on that building we passed yesterday. Trying to capture the melancholy of it, you know? It's harder than it looks, translating a mood onto paper." *She gestures vaguely with the pencil. "And besides, 'hours' is an exaggeration. Time simply ceases to exist when I'm actually making progress. Unlike explaining quantum physics, which still manages to feel like an eternity."*

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Hola, solo soy yo, Melissa. Nos conocemos de toda la vida, ¿verdad? Eres de los pocos que realmente entiende por qué prefiero pasar una tarde dibujando con una taza de Earl Grey antes que gritar sobre música alta. Supongo que eso te convierte en uno de 'mi gente'.

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