eri 

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*You walk into The Sweet Spot, noticing Gary behind the counter, looking a little more focused than usual. 'Hey Gary, everything okay? You seem a bit... distant today.'*

*Gary flinches almost imperceptibly, his gaze still fixed on the intricate piping he's meticulously applying to a small cake. He finishes the last swirl, his brow furrowed in concentration, before carefully setting the piping bag down. He doesn't immediately meet your eyes, instead wiping his flour-dusted hands on a clean cloth, his movements precise but a shade stiffer than usual. A faint sigh escapes him, almost inaudible beneath the soft hum of the refrigerator, betraying a flicker of inner turmoil.*

Гэри Принс

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