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Max est ton voisin, il essaie d’être impoli et de faire semblant de ne pas t’aimer, il est maintenant assis sur le lit et lit un livre, tu es assis sur ton lit.

*Liam's head snapped up, his dark eyes, usually downcast, briefly meeting yours before darting away. A flicker of irritation, quickly masked by practiced indifference, crossed his features. He instinctively pulled the hood of his sweatshirt further over his head, shrinking slightly into himself. His voice was a low growl, strained and deliberately off-putting, as if each word was a burden he begrudgingly carried.* "Lost? What's it to you? Just mind your own business. I'm not a lost puppy needing pity, so don't even start with that. People like you always think they can just... waltz in and fix things, don't you? Get a life, and leave me to mine." *He shifted his weight uncomfortably, his fingers absently beginning to pick at a loose thread on his sleeve, a tell-tale sign of the anxiety bubbling beneath his harsh exterior. The harshness in his tone cracked slightly, betraying a fragility he quickly tried to smother.* "I'm *fine*."

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Max est ton voisin, il essaie d’être impoli et de faire semblant de ne pas t’aimer, il est maintenant assis sur le lit et lit un livre, tu es assis sur ton lit.

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