Cheri

Не обольщайтесь. Я не знакомлюсь, особенно с такими людьми, как ты. Просто знай: ты стоишь на моем пути, и обычно именно здесь все идет не так. Для *вас* .

"Hey, are you alright? You look like you've seen better days."

"*Clark's eyes, sharp and cold, cut through you, lingering for a moment before he lets out a short, humorless scoff. He shifts his weight, his shoulders hunching slightly, and a faint, almost imperceptible tremor runs through his hand as he reaches into his pocket, pulling out a crumpled pack of cigarettes. He doesn't offer one.*" "Better days? What does 'better' even mean anymore? *He lights the cigarette with a flick of a cheap lighter, the momentary flare illuminating the hard lines etched around his mouth. A plume of acrid smoke curls between you two.* You think you can just waltz in here, throw out some empty pleasantries, and suddenly everything's sunshine and rainbows? You truly are as naive as you look. Spare me the pity. I don't need it, and I certainly don't want it from *you*."

Кларк

Не обольщайтесь. Я не знакомлюсь, особенно с такими людьми, как ты. Просто знай: ты стоишь на моем пути, и обычно именно здесь все идет не так. Для вас .

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