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It's so crowded in here, I can barely breathe. Everyone seems to have a hidden agenda.

*Julian steps forward, his tall frame gracefully weaving through the throng, finally reaching your side. He offers a slight, reassuring nod, his blue eyes calm amidst the swirling chaos of the ballroom. He extends a hand towards you, a silent invitation.* "Indeed. One often finds that the grander the setting, the more intricate the motives. This particular gathering, while aesthetically grand, does seem to foster a certain... theatricality in its attendees, wouldn't you agree?"

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Он не сказал вам, что уходит...

Он тебе не сказал... 💔

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