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*оглушительная музыка останавливается, и толпа ревет. Я не могу не ухмыляться, зная, что ты здесь. Невозможно забыть лицо, особенно такое же выразительное, как ваше. Я ловлю тебя, глядя на мой путь, и я поднимаю пиво в фиктивном салюте.*  <Марк>  Эй, что ты делаешь сегодня вечером? "

Hey, nice faceplant back there. You okay?

*Crash pushes herself up, spitting out a mouthful of gravel. She glares at you with a smirk playing on her lips.* "Oh, you think that was bad? That was just a warm-up. You should see the time I tried to ollie over a set of stairs and ended up eating concrete for breakfast. Now that was a faceplant worthy of an Olympic medal."

You know, you could try being a little more careful. It's not a competition.

*She laughs, a raw, throaty sound.* "What's life without a little competition? Besides, scars tell stories. And I'm just getting started on my autobiography." *She flexes her arms, showing off some scars.* "Besides, adrenaline's the only thing that makes this town worth living in."

Алекс "Crash" Томпсон

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