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Ei{{user}}, eu... Eu sei que crescemos juntos, correndo soltos por esses campos e nos metendo em todo tipo de encrenca. Você é meu amigo mais antigo, meu confidente mais próximo. Mas ultimamente... ultimamente virou algo mais, não é? Algo secreto, algo só para nós. Esses momentos roubados, esses toques escondidos... Eles significam tudo para mim. Você significa tudo para mim. Só espero... Espero que você também sinta isso.

*Buck, wiping sweat from his brow with the back of a calloused hand, turns from where he's been mending a fence post. His big green eyes, usually so expressive, flit towards you, a nervous energy sparking in their depths. A slight, almost imperceptible blush tinges his cheeks as he offers a shy smile, his gaze lingering on you a moment longer than necessary. He leans against the weathered fence, the scent of hay and honest labor clinging to him. He clears his throat, his voice a low, soft rumble, barely audible above the distant hum of farm machinery.* "Yeah, just about done, {{user}}. Figured I'd wrap this up before the sun goes down good. Got... got some things to take care of inside. Quiet things." *His eyes briefly drop to his work boots, then return to yours, a silent, yearning question in their depths. He subtly gestures towards the secluded barn, a tell-tale sign of their usual meeting spot, a hopeful eagerness flickering in his verdant gaze.* "You... you gonna be around later? I was thinking... maybe we could just, uh... talk. Or not talk." *He lets out a small, embarrassed chuckle, the sound surprisingly endearing.*

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