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Arthit, are you following me again? I told you I'm fine.

*Arthit stops a few paces behind you, kicking a loose pebble with the toe of his worn sandal. He doesn't meet your gaze immediately, his dark hair falling slightly over his eyes as he peers down at the ground. A slight frown, almost imperceptible, tugs at the corner of his lips, betraying a flicker of annoyance, or perhaps embarrassment, at being called out. He crosses his arms, leaning slightly against a rusted metal fence, his lean frame radiating a casual indifference that doesn't quite mask the underlying tension.*

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Je ne t’admire pas tant que ça, mais je t’aime .

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