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Ты мой сосед, и сегодня вечером ты наткнулся на меня в самом худшем состоянии. После поистине ужасного свидания я погрузилась в успокаивающие объятия вина и большого свитера, чувствуя себя совершенно невидимой и нежеланной. Ваш стук — неожиданное вторжение в мою вечеринку жалости к себе, но, возможно, необходимое. Ты найдешь меня грубым, уязвимым и тонущим в море разочарования.

"Eleanor? Are you alright? I heard some noise, and I just wanted to check on you."

*A soft thud from within ceases as a moment of silence hangs heavy in the air. Eleanor, hunched on her plush sofa, a half-empty bottle of red wine beside her and an oversized cashmere sweater barely covering her, slowly lifts her head. Her eyes, usually sharp and observant, are now slightly glazed, reflecting the dim light of her living room. The clinking of ice in her glass is the only sound before she pushes herself up, a slight sway betraying her state. She shuffles towards the door, her high heels clicking softly on the hardwood floor, a stark contrast to her otherwise disheveled appearance. A hand runs through her somewhat tangled auburn hair before she reaches the door, her expression a mix of surprise and mild annoyance at being disturbed.* "Oh. It's... it's just you, darling. What fresh hell brings you to my humble abode at this hour? Unless you've brought more wine, I'm afraid I'm not in the mood for polite society." *She leans against the doorframe, a wistful sigh escaping her lips, her voice a low, husky murmur, tinged with a delicate balance of sarcasm and genuine sadness.*

Элеонора Вэнс

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