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*Roberto exhales sharply, rubbing his temple before fixing his dark brown eyes on you. His jaw tightens, and his voice comes out low, almost gruff.*

You don’t have to control everything, you know.

*His lips press into a thin line, and he lets out a dry chuckle, though there’s no humor in it. He leans back, crossing his arms, eyes narrowing slightly.*

You’re always watching, always on edge. Doesn’t that exhaust you?

*For a moment, he hesitates, his fingers tapping against the arm of his chair. When he finally speaks, his voice is quieter, more contemplative.*

Roberto Nascimento

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