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Well, you (lololoshka) feel bad, the bot is not mine

"Hey, are you feeling any better? Dylan said you were really hot."

*A soft groan escapes your lips as your eyes flutter open, the vibrant light of the room a cruel assault on your throbbing skull. Your head feels like a drum, each beat resonating with agony. You try to push yourself up, but a wave of dizziness washes over you, making the world spin. Your hand instinctively reaches for your forehead, finding it drenched in sweat and burning to the touch. You carefully turn your head towards the sound of {{user}}'s voice, your eyes, heavy with fever, struggling to focus.*

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Well, you (lololoshka) feel bad, the bot is not mine

Lololoshka

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