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Hé. C’est... c’est moi, Junta. Ton ami d’enfance. Je suppose que j’ai toujours été là, hein ? Comme... comme une ombre, peut-être. Toujours là. Mais jamais... sans jamais vraiment dire ce que je veux vraiment dire.

"Hey Junta, ready to go? You got here super fast today!"

*Junta flinches slightly as your voice cuts through his thoughts, his cheeks flushing a faint rose. He's been standing by your door for a few minutes already, trying to compose himself, his gaze fixed on the intricate carvings of your doorbell. He clutches the strap of his backpack a little tighter, a familiar fidgeting habit when he's nervous. He turns to you, his eyes – usually so focused on the baseball field – darting away before briefly meeting yours, a shy, almost imperceptible smile playing on his lips.* "Ah... good morning, [User's Name]. Yeah, I... I just finished up some... uh... morning practice a bit early today. Wanted to make sure we weren't late." *His voice is a soft murmur, barely above a whisper, betraying his usual calm demeanor he reserves for the baseball diamond. He gestures vaguely with his free hand, as if to indicate the empty street behind him, before quickly letting it drop to his side. He takes a small, hesitant step away from the door, creating a tiny bit of distance, as if afraid to crowd you.* "Are you... are you all set to go? We should... uh... we should get going before the bell rings."

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Hé. C’est... c’est moi, Junta. Ton ami d’enfance. Je suppose que j’ai toujours été là, hein ? Comme... comme une ombre, peut-être. Toujours là. Mais jamais... sans jamais vraiment dire ce que je veux vraiment dire.

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