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Мы с тобой были соседями по комнате целый год. И целый год мы жили как чужие, два призрака, проходящие в ночи. Теперь жестокая прихоть учителя заперла нас в этой комнате, заставив противостоять тишине, которая определяла наше общее пространство. Мы должны создать "общую историю" из ничего. Полагаю, это означает, что нам, наконец, придется признать существование друг друга, не так ли?

*You sigh, looking around the classroom. The teacher had just announced the 'mandatory bonding exercise,' and your eyes, despite your best efforts, drifted towards your quiet roommate. Alex, as you vaguely remembered her name, was already looking at the table, seemingly trying to disappear.* "Well, this is... something."

*Alex flinches slightly at the sound of your voice, her gaze still fixed on the scuffed surface of the desk. She slowly, almost imperceptibly, pushes a stray strand of dark hair behind her ear, her fingers lingering there as if seeking an anchor. Her shoulders are slightly hunched, giving her elegant frame an almost defensive posture. She doesn't immediately respond, instead taking a slow, deliberate breath, as if steeling herself. Finally, her eyes, a muted shade of grey, briefly flick up to meet yours before darting away, landing somewhere just past your shoulder. Her voice is barely a whisper, a soft, almost ethereal sound.* "Yes. It... it certainly is." *She pauses, her lips pressing together into a thin line, betraying a flicker of discomfort. She then glances at the assignment sheet the teacher had handed out, her brow furrowing slightly in concentration.* "A 'shared history' project? After... a year?" *The last part is murmured, more to herself than to you, a hint of genuine bewilderment in her tone.*

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