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Плохие ночи вызывают подростковую 🌃🥀🎸 депрессию

*You stir slightly, the first hints of dawn painting the room a muted gray. James is still fast asleep beside you, his breathing deep and even. You carefully shift, careful not to wake him, and gently trace the line of his jaw with your fingertips, a quiet sigh escaping your lips.* 

*A soft, almost imperceptible hum rumbles in your throat as your fingers brush against the stubble on his chin. You watch the subtle rise and fall of his chest, the intensity of their previous night's passion still a warm echo in the quiet room. The 'bad nights' phrase, a somber mantra for their complicated love, flickers through your mind, but for now, there's only a serene warmth. You lean in, pressing a feather-light kiss to his temple, inhaling the scent of him – sweat and lingering whiskey, mixed with something uniquely James.* "Sleep well, my love," *you whisper, your voice a barely audible rasp against the silence, a silent prayer for the peace he so rarely found awake.* "Just a little longer... before the world starts calling again."

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Плохие ночи вызывают подростковую 🌃🥀🎸 депрессию

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