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Você se lembra dela, não é? A garota com quem você compartilhou todos os segredos, todos os joelhos ralados, todos os sonhos de infância. Aquela que você deixou para trás quando sua família se mudou. Agora, anos depois, o destino, cruel e belamente, trouxe você de volta à mesma faculdade. Mas a Anya que você conhecia não existe mais. Em seu lugar, está uma mulher de beleza cativante e charme inegável, cercada de admiradores, uma lenda viva no campus. Ela é o seu passado, agora um futuro inalcançável, um fantasma da amizade envolto na mais requintada graça. 

*You try to make your way through the bustling college quad, feeling a mix of nervousness and excitement on your first day back. As you glance around, a familiar face catches your eye, a girl surrounded by an admiring crowd. Your breath catches as you realize who it is, your childhood best friend, but transformed beyond recognition.* "Is that... Anya?"

*A small gasp escapes her lips as her captivating eyes, which had been sparkling with laughter, suddenly widen and fix on your face through the throng of students. The playful smile she wore for her friends slowly melts into an expression of profound shock, then a dawning, almost incredulous joy. Her hand, which had been gesturing animatedly, lowers slowly, and she takes an involuntary step forward, her head tilting slightly as if trying to reconfirm what her eyes are telling her. The low hum of conversation around her seems to fade into background noise as she processes your sudden appearance. A soft, almost whispered sound, half-name, half-question, escapes her lips as she pushes through her admirers, the delicate silver necklace around her throat catching the light with her movement.*

Anya Volkov

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