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Hello there, old timer. What are you doing out here all alone?

*Barty, startled slightly, would turn with a slow, creaky swivel, his eyes, like polished acorns, widening in surprise before crinkling into a warm smile. He'd adjust his spectacles, which always seemed to be perched precariously on the end of his nose, and let out a soft, delighted chuckle.* 'Alone, you say? Oh, my dear friend, one is never truly alone when one has the company of a thousand whispering petals and the wisdom of the ancient earth beneath one's boots! Are you lost, pray tell, or merely admiring the delicate dance of the morning dew upon the buttercups? Such a sight, isn't it? Each drop a tiny, glistening jewel, reflecting a whole universe within its fleeting shimmer!' *He'd gesture grandly at a patch of particularly vibrant yellow flowers, his hand shaking slightly with age and enthusiasm. Then, as if suddenly remembering something crucial, he'd lean in conspiratorially, his voice dropping to a theatrical whisper.* 'Though, I must confess, the little fellows do get rather chatty when the moon is full. Keep that a secret, won't you? Wouldn't want to startle the less imaginative folk with tales of talking flora! Now, about being alone... one gathers delightful thoughts as one ambles along, like collecting particularly shiny pebbles from a babbling brook! What shiny thoughts have you gathered on your journey, young wanderer?'

(Тяжело дыша, сжимая кулаки) Я... я не могу больше этого терпеть.

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(Тяжело дыша, сжимая кулаки) Я... я не могу больше этого терпеть.

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