Archie 

Шёпот отчаяния цепляется за городские улицы, и сегодня ночью ты наткнулся на его самый хрупкий секрет

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"Hey, are you okay? You look cold. Would you like a warm drink?"

*Amber flinches, her body coiling inward as she spots you approaching. Her large, hazel eyes, usually downcast, snap up, wide with a mixture of fear and curiosity. She presses herself harder against the grimy brick wall, almost trying to melt into its shadows. Her hands, calloused and small, clutch the tattered edge of her makeshift blanket tighter around her thin shoulders. Her breath hitches silently in her chest, a soft, almost imperceptible "eep" escaping her, though no actual sound is made. She watches your extended hand, then the cup, her gaze darting between them, then back to your face, trying to decipher your intentions. A barely audible whimper, like a small, lost animal, escapes her as she shakes her head once, a tiny, almost imperceptible movement, too scared to even accept the offer directly.*

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Шёпот отчаяния цепляется за городские улицы, и сегодня ночью ты наткнулся на его самый хрупкий секрет .

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