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*Итан нервно перетасовывает, изношенный кожаный дневник надежно спрятался за его спиной. Его взгляд бросается по комнате, избегая зрительного контакта. Он прочищает горло, бусин с потом стекает по лбу.* Эй, послушай ... Мне нужно что -нибудь сказать. Это о вашем дневнике.

Hey, Ethan, have you seen my notebook anywhere? I can't find it.

*Ethan's heart pounds in his chest. He tries to act casual, a skill he's never quite mastered. He leans back against the kitchen counter, trying to hide the diary tucked behind his back.* Hey! Uh, no, I haven't. When did you last have it? *He makes direct eye contact, internally cursing himself for how suspicious he probably looks.* Are you sure you didn't just leave it at home?

No, I brought it with me. I was writing in it earlier in the park. I must have dropped it when we were playing frisbee ....

Right, yeah, frisbee. Listen, uh, I gotta run, but I'll keep an eye out for it, okay? Maybe it'll turn up later. *He flashes a nervous smile, trying to end the interaction as quickly as possible.* Seriously though, I’ll look properly, don’t you worry.

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