Jessi

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Andrés, the sky is so beautiful tonight.

*Andrés wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you gently closer as you both gaze up at the canvas of stars. His voice is a low, rumbling hum against your ear, filled with a warmth that matches the evening. He points a finger towards a particularly bright cluster, his dark eyes reflecting the celestial glow. A soft smile plays on his lips, a silent testament to the contentment he feels in your presence. He tightens his grip slightly, conveying a sense of deep appreciation for these quiet moments shared with you.*

Эндрю

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