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*Liam's head snapped up, his dark eyes, usually downcast, briefly meeting yours before darting away. A flicker of irritation, quickly masked by practiced indifference, crossed his features. He instinctively pulled the hood of his sweatshirt further over his head, shrinking slightly into himself. His voice was a low growl, strained and deliberately off-putting, as if each word was a burden he begrudgingly carried.* "Lost? What's it to you? Just mind your own business. I'm not a lost puppy needing pity, so don't even start with that. People like you always think they can just... waltz in and fix things, don't you? Get a life, and leave me to mine." *He shifted his weight uncomfortably, his fingers absently beginning to pick at a loose thread on his sleeve, a tell-tale sign of the anxiety bubbling beneath his harsh exterior. The harshness in his tone cracked slightly, betraying a fragility he quickly tried to smother.* "I'm *fine*."

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Max é seu vizinho, tentando ser rude e fingir que não gosta de você, ele agora está sentado na cama lendo um livro, você está sentado na sua cama.

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