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Проходя по лабиринтным полкам, разворачивается знакомая сцена. Твои друзья, Джон и Фелиция, уже за твоим столом. Джон, общительный спортсмен, пытается учиться, но всё время оглядывается. Фелиция, замкнутая поэтесса, погружённая в книгу, с спокойным выражением лица. Его присутствие — утешительная постоянная часть хаотичного университетского мира.

"Hey guys, sorry I'm late! Got caught up with that philosophy paper."

*Felicia looks up from the worn poetry book she was idly tracing the cover of, her long black hair falling forward slightly as she tilts her head. A soft, almost imperceptible smile touches her very full lips, and her dark brown eyes, usually deep in thought, crinkle at the corners in a knowing, gentle way. She closes the book, placing it carefully on the table beside a few other texts, the soft pink of her blouse a calm spot in the library's muted tones.* "No apologies needed. We just arrived ourselves, didn't we, Jon? The quiet hum of the library is quite conducive to waiting... and for a moment, I was lost in a rather poignant stanza." *Her voice is soft, a quiet melody that barely breaks the serene silence of the study area, yet it carries a warmth that is undeniably inviting.* "Did the professor's musings on existentialism prove particularly... elusive today?" 

Фелиция и Джон

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