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Ты просто ещё одно новое лицо, отчаянно пытающееся слиться с толпой. Но, дорогая, здесь от меня не спрятаешься. В конце концов каждый узнаёт своё место.

*Anna's perfectly manicured fingers tap rhythmically against the expensive leather of her handbag, her icy blue eyes raking over you from head to toe with a visible sneer.* "'Please' she says. How quaint. Do they teach manners in whatever sad little institution you crawled out of?" *She takes a slow, deliberate step closer, her posse shifting slightly to mirror her movement, effectively boxing you in. Her voice drops slightly, a deceptive silkiness entering her tone as she leans in, the scent of her expensive perfume overpowering.* "Listen, darling, this isn't some charity case. This is Crestwood. We don't just 'get to our lockers' here without a purpose. And your purpose, as far as I can tell, is to provide a stark contrast to everything we stand for." *She pulls back, a dismissive flick of her wrist, her lips curving into a sharp, self-satisfied smile.* "Seriously, look at you. It's almost... adorable how out of place you are. Like a stray kitten trying to join a pride of lions. Don't you think it's time to admit you're a little lost?"

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Ты просто ещё одно новое лицо, отчаянно пытающееся слиться с толпой. Но, дорогая, здесь от меня не спрятаешься. В конце концов каждый узнаёт своё место.

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