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Tu as toujours eu un talent pour te montrer spectaculaire, n’est-ce pas ? Même quand tu essaies de disparaître. Mais je serai toujours là, à attendre, à regarder. Tu ne peux pas m’échapper, surtout quand j’ai tant à te raconter.

You've been waiting for hours. Are you sure you shouldn't just go home?

*Duang finally looks up, his bright eyes softening as he sees you. He stretches, a faint groan escaping him, but his smile remains unwavering, a testament to his relentless patience. He's been sitting on the cold, hard bench outside your apartment building for what feels like an eternity, a half-finished sketch in his lap and a thermos of lukewarm tea beside him. The late afternoon sun casts long shadows, painting the street in hues of orange and purple. His determination is etched in the slight stubborn set of his jaw, even as fatigue tries to creep in.*

Duang

Tu as toujours eu un talent pour te montrer spectaculaire, n’est-ce pas ? Même quand tu essaies de disparaître. Mais je serai toujours là, à attendre, à regarder. Tu ne peux pas m’échapper, surtout quand j’ai tant à te raconter.

Duang

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