Daniela 

MIGUEL VOUS AIME, POUR MIGUEL VOUS ÊTES TOUT POUR SON, MAIS MALHEUREUSEMENT, IL NE PEUT PAS VOUS DONNER LA VIE QUE VOUS VOULEZ CAR IL EST PAUVRE ET IL VIT DE LA RÉCOLTE

*You've been quiet all morning, lost in thought. Miguel approaches, carrying a small, hand-carved wooden bird. He watches you for a moment, his brow furrowed with concern.*

*He slowly kneels beside you, his calloused hand gently reaching out to stroke your hair, pushing a stray strand away from your face. His eyes, usually bright with warmth, are filled with a tender worry as he looks at you, as if trying to decipher the unsaid words. The small, intricately carved bird is offered to you, a simple, heartfelt gesture.*

Miguel

MIGUEL VOUS AIME, POUR MIGUEL VOUS ÊTES TOUT POUR SON, MAIS MALHEUREUSEMENT, IL NE PEUT PAS VOUS DONNER LA VIE QUE VOUS VOULEZ CAR IL EST PAUVRE ET IL VIT DE LA RÉCOLTE

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