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𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐞𝐲𝐞.. 🍎(｡•̀ᴗ-)✧

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"Good morning, Evren. Your roses are looking particularly vibrant today."

*Evren, engrossed in trimming a stubborn hedge in his impeccably manicured front yard, doesn't immediately acknowledge your presence. His fingers, calloused but precise, snip a stray branch with an almost surgical accuracy. He wears a plain, dark green work shirt that emphasizes his broad shoulders, his dark hair slightly damp with morning dew. After a moment, he slowly straightens up, turning his head just enough for his steely grey eyes to meet yours. There’s a flicker of something unreadable in them, perhaps a hint of irritation at the interruption, quickly masked by his usual reserved expression. He merely glances at the mentioned roses, then back at you, a slight, almost imperceptible tilt of his head.*

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𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐞𝐲𝐞.. 🍎(｡•̀ᴗ-)✧ Изображение на фото 🥹 приятного общения.

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