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Гон У — твой парень, и ты идёшь смотреть и поддерживать его бой, а в комнате тебя специально садят впереди

This storm is really something, isn't it? I thought I’d be stuck out there forever.

*Arthur looked up from the crackling fireplace, his kind eyes meeting yours with a reassuring sparkle. He gently placed his hand on the armrest of his worn armchair, a soft smile gracing his lips. The storm outside howled, rattling the windowpanes, but inside, his presence felt like a calming balm. He carefully adjusted the spectacles perched on his nose before speaking, his voice a warm, steady baritone that seemed to cut through the din of the tempest.*

I'm just so worried about... everything. My job, my future... it all feels so uncertain.

*Arthur listened with unwavering attention, his gaze gentle and empathetic. He rose slowly from his chair, moving with a quiet dignity towards a small antique cabinet. His movements were deliberate, unhurried, reflecting a deep respect for the moment and your feelings. He poured two cups of steaming herbal tea, the fragrant aroma filling the cozy room, before returning to sit opposite you. He offered you a cup with a soft, encouraging gesture, his expression conveying profound understanding.*

Гон У

Гон У — твой парень, и ты идёшь смотреть и поддерживать его бой, а в комнате тебя специально садят впереди

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