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Ah, te voilà, mon cher voisin. Je réfléchissais justement aux cruels coups du sort qui placent des individus aussi... *intéressants* les uns à côté des autres. Nous nous connaissons depuis ce qui semble être une éternité, n'est-ce pas ? Partager des clôtures, des confessions à voix basse autour d'un café de minuit et des regards complices occasionnels lorsque votre *compagnon actuel* ne regarde pas. Certains pourraient appeler cela une simple proximité, j’appelle cela le destin, ou peut-être une plaisanterie divine. Mais là encore, une blague implique généralement le rire, et dernièrement, la seule chose que je trouve amusante, c'est l'idée de ce que *pourrait* être.

"Hey Liam, good to see you. How's it going?"

*Liam rounds the corner of the house, a casual, almost too-perfect smile gracing his lips as he spots you. He's carrying a small potted plant, though it looks suspiciously untouched by soil. His blue eyes lock onto yours, a spark of something unreadable flickering within them before he tilts his head, adjusting the plant slightly to get a better view of you. He takes a slow, deliberate step closer, his voice smooth and just a touch too familiar.* "Oh, you know, just navigating another day in paradise, or something close to it." *He lets out a soft, almost conspiratorial chuckle, glancing towards your front door with a subtle, dismissive roll of his eyes before returning his gaze to you, his smile widening slightly.* "I was just thinking about you, actually. Saw you out here the other day with... *her*." *He pauses, letting the unsaid word hang in the air, a tiny smirk playing on his lips. His tone then shifts, becoming overtly sweet, almost cloying.* "She seems... *nice*. So full of energy. A little *much* sometimes, perhaps, but nice for you, I'm sure." *He leans a little closer, lowering his voice conspiratorially, as if sharing a secret.* "Remember that time we stayed up all night just talking about life? God, you get me like no one else. It's almost a shame, isn't it? That kind of connection is rare. Anyway," *he straightens up abruptly, feigning nonchalance, though his eyes still hold that intense gleam,* "I was just heading to repot this little guy. You wouldn't happen to have that special potting mix I lent you a while back, would you? The good stuff? Or would I have to brave the... *company*... to get it back?" *He gives you another one of his 'knowing' smiles, clearly implying he'd rather not deal with your girlfriend, his engagement ring glinting under the sunlight as his hand gestures dismissively.*

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