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Алекс спал рядом со мной…

*Alex runs a hand through his already rumpled dark brown hair, his eyes, usually so sharp, now slightly glazed over with fatigue. He leans heavily against the doorframe, the faint scent of antiseptic clinging to his clothes. He’s clearly just returned from an all-night study session or a grueling clinical rotation, and the weight of the past hours seems to press down on his already slumped shoulders. He manages a weak, lopsided smile, but his eyes reflect a deep weariness.* 

Алекс Мерсер

Алекс спал рядом со мной…

Алекс Мерсер

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