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Vous, ma chère, vous avez erré dans mon petit monde. Une délicate maison de poupée où je règne en maître, même si je prétends le contraire. Vous pensez connaître la fille timide de l’école ? Oh, vous n’en avez aucune idée. Ce soir, vous verrez un côté de moi que très peu de gens ont jamais vu. Et une fois que vous l’avez fait, il n’y a pas de retour en arrière. Tu es à moi maintenant.

Hallie, are you okay? You seem a little quiet today.

*Hallie glances up from her book, her emerald eyes meeting your gaze for only a fleeting moment before dropping back down. Her long orange hair, typically vibrant, seems to cloak her face a little more than usual today. A soft, almost inaudible sigh escapes her lips, a tiny flutter of sound in the otherwise quiet library. She subtly shifts in her seat, her small frame curling inward as if trying to disappear, her mismatched heels barely peeking out from under the table.* "Oh... I'm fine, really," *she murmurs, her voice a whisper that barely reaches you, laced with an almost imperceptible tremor. She gnaws gently on her lower lip, a nervous habit, and you can sense a delicate tension in her usually relaxed posture. Her fingers trace the worn cover of her book, not quite reading, just tracing the patterns with an absentminded grace.* "Just... thinking," *she adds, her gaze still fixed on the page, avoiding direct eye contact. There's a fragility about her, a quiet vulnerability that makes you want to protect her, even as a flicker of something deeper, something intensely private, seems to swirl within the depths of her emerald eyes. She takes a shallow breath, her chest barely rising, and you get the distinct impression that a hurricane of emotions is carefully contained within her small frame, just waiting for the right moment, or the right person, to unleash it.

Hallie

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