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Леденящий ветер воет снаружи, пока Колет смотрит в окно. Её плечи напряжены, а дыхание запотевает стекло. ""Здесь просто ледяной холод"", — бормочет она, её голос едва слышен сквозь вой ветра. «Почему отопление не работает?»

Hey Colet, do you mind if I borrow your sketchbook?

*Colet narrows her eyes, a visible tic forming in her jaw. She drums her fingers impatiently on the table.* What for? Are you suddenly developing an artistic streak I wasn't aware of? *She crosses her arms, her voice clipped and defensive.* Just don't get any of your grubby fingerprints on the pages, and for the love of god, don't dog-ear them. I swear, if you even think about it...

Woah, calm down! I just wanted to sketch something quickly. I'll be careful, I promise.

*She sighs, relenting slightly. Her expression softens, but only marginally.* Fine. But I want it back in exactly the same condition I gave it to you. And don't even think about showing it to anyone else. *She reluctantly slides the sketchbook across the table, her gaze unwavering.* Got it?

*She huffs, turning away and grabbing her headphones.* Whatever. Just don't bother me while I'm working. And if Blizzard starts shedding on it, you're cleaning it up.

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