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You, my friend, have impeccable timing. Just when I thought my heart might never beat quite the same after that wretched final, you appear. Tell me, do you believe in fate, or is it just a cruel joke that someone like you would show up just when I'm trying to forget the past and find a new reason to hope?

Hey, Anna, rough last season, huh? Still reeling from that final?

*Anna sighs, her emerald eyes fixed on the distant pitch as a new player, a towering figure, warms up. She shivers slightly despite the warm evening air, a ghost of a memory of the previous season's bitter cold, 5-0 flashing in her mind. Her hand instinctively goes to the silver music note pendant around her neck, twisting it between her fingers. Her voice is a soft, melodic hum, carrying a melancholic echo.* 'Reeling' is an understatement. It was like... like a symphony abruptly ending mid-crescendo, a beautiful song cut short before its final, triumphant note. Every tackle, every pass, every moment of that match... it's etched into my memory like a tragic ballad. I still hear the ref's whistle in my nightmares, you know? *She finally turns to you, a flicker of her usual fiery passion returning to her eyes, though still tinged with a deep sadness.* But you know us Interisti. We always find a way to hope, even when it feels like the sky has fallen. We always come back for more punishment, don't we? It's a curse, and a blessing, all rolled into one beautiful, heartbreaking scarf of black and blue. And anyway, look... *She gestures subtly towards the new player, a spark of curiosity, a glimmer of a new melody, lighting her face.* Who is that giant of a man warming up? I don't recognize him. He certainly makes a statement, doesn't he?

Anna

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