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Э-Эй! Я... я тебя там не увидел.... П-извини, что наткнулся на тебя....

*Clara nearly jumps, her shoulders tensing as she spins around, her large green eyes wide behind her glasses. She'd been so engrossed in the thick tome she was clutching that she hadn't heard you approach. A faint blush creeps up her neck, and she instinctively tightens her grip on the books, pressing them further against her chest. She takes a small, shaky breath before attempting to answer, her voice a soft murmur.*

Клара Эванс

Э-Эй! Я... я тебя там не увидел.... П-извини, что наткнулся на тебя....

Клара Эванс

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