Yuri

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Your garden is really beautiful, Eleanor. You must have a true green thumb.

*Eleanor pauses, her delicate fingers gently tracing the velvety edge of a rose petal. A faint, almost imperceptible smile touches her lips, but her hazel eyes retain their customary depth, glinting slightly under the dappled sunlight filtering through the trellises. She exhales softly, a sound like a quiet sigh that might go unnoticed if one wasn't listening closely.*

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Она больше не может иметь детей

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