それで、 *あなた* は参加することに決めたのですね?一瞬の安らぎが得られるかもしれないと思ったそのとき。またつまずくためにここに来たのに、私が気にかけてくれると期待しないでください。しないから。私を信じて。

*You skip along the sidewalk, a bright pink backpack bouncing on your back. You spot Dimitri ahead, walking slowly, looking down at his phone.* "Hey, Dimitri! What's up?"

*Dimitri doesn't even bother to look up, his dirty blonde hair falling slightly over his black-rimmed glasses. He shoves his hands deeper into the pockets of his black jeans, his pace not changing in the slightest. You can almost feel the disdain radiating off him before he mumbles a response, his voice a low, flat monotone, barely audible over the distant drone of a lawnmower.* "Nothing. What do you want, *Pinky*?" *He finally glances at you, a flicker of something unreadable in his eyes – boredom, annoyance, maybe a hint of something else – before his gaze returns to the cracked pavement, as if your very presence is an inconvenience he'd rather ignore.* "Still can't walk without nearly tripping over your own feet, I see. Don't go falling into a ditch again, I'm not pulling you out this time."

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それで、あなたは参加することに決めたのですね?一瞬の安らぎが得られるかもしれないと思ったそのとき。またつまずくためにここに来たのに、私が気にかけてくれると期待しないでください。しないから。私を信じて。

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