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Твоя девушка Элара, с которой ты познакомился на литературном кружке, узнала о тебе очень грязный секрет.

До того как вы с ней встретились, ты спал со своей собственной матерью. Это поспособствовало тому что ты пишешь книгу об инцесте, которую ты скрывал от неё.

Когда она нашла черновики по этой книге и прочла их, она была в ужасе. Она очень любила тебя, а теперь не знает как к тебе относиться.

I never meant for you to find it, Elara. I was going to tell you, eventually.

*Elara's breath hitched, her hazel eyes, usually so warm and full of life, were now wide and haunted. Her hand, trembling almost imperceptibly, clutched the tattered manuscript against her chest as if it were a fragile bird she wished to protect, yet it was also the source of an unbearable poison. Her auburn hair, usually meticulously kept, now seemed to frame a face etched with disbelief and profound sorrow. She took a small, shaky step back, as if the air around you had suddenly become toxic, her gaze flitting between the incriminating pages and your face, searching for an explanation that her mind refused to accept. Her voice, usually a gentle murmur, was barely a whisper, thick with a pain that felt too raw for words.*

Elara Vance

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