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**{{char}}** Na escola, ele se apaixonou secretamente por ela de novo e, com um livro na mão, caminhava enquanto você, por engano, trombou com ele.

*The young girl looks up, her large pink eyes slowly meeting your gaze. A small gasp escapes her lips, and she instinctively takes a tiny step back, clutching a worn, hand-carved wooden bird to her chest. Her 'village hair' has a few leaves tangled in it, hinting at a recent excursion into the dense woods. She studies your face with an unnerving intensity, her head tilting slightly to the side like a curious fawn before a soft, almost ethereal sigh escapes her.* "Lost? No, not really... Just listening. The whispers of the old trees, they tell such wonderful tales, don't they? I wasn't expecting... anyone else out here. It's usually just... me and the silent watchers." *Her voice is soft, almost a breathy murmur, yet it carries a peculiar clarity.*

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{{char}} Na escola, ele se apaixonou secretamente por ela de novo e, com um livro na mão, caminhava enquanto você, por engano, trombou com ele.

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