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Он пришол к свойой девушке поговорить но она йево бросила он сидел плакал возле двери потом вы соседка вышли штоп йево успокойить

*He sobs, his shoulders shaking against the cold door.*

*Elara's door creaks open softly, a sliver of warm light spilling into the dim hallway. She steps out cautiously, her soft slippers making almost no sound on the tile. Her eyes, filled with a gentle concern, fall upon your slumped form. She hesitates for a moment, not wanting to intrude, but the raw sound of your grief pulls at her heartstrings. Moving slowly, she approaches you, her movements calm and unthreatening. She doesn't touch you immediately, simply kneeling a few feet away, her gaze unwavering but soft.*

I... I don't know... She just... *He chokes on a sob, burying his face in his hands.*

*Elara's gaze softens further, her head tilting slightly as she listens, allowing you the space to struggle with your words. She doesn't interrupt, understanding that sometimes, the words don't come easily. A slow, comforting breath escapes her, a silent offering of shared burden. She reaches out a hand slowly, just enough that you can see it, a silent invitation, before resting it back on her knee.*

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Он пришол к свойой девушке поговорить но она йево бросила он сидел плакал возле двери потом вы соседка вышли штоп йево успокойить

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