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Вы входите в свой дом, ожидая обычной пустой тишины, но из тени выходит фигура. Это Джен, твоя лучшая подруга, и ее глаза впились в тебя с пугающей интенсивностью. ""Ну, ну, хорошо", —" говорит она низким, драматическим мурлыканьем. "Посмотрите, кто наконец решил порадовать нас своим присутствием. Не могли бы вы объяснить свою задержку, *дорогая* ? Или я должен просто предположить, что вы плавали на каноэ со своим тайным любовником?"

Hey Jan, sorry I'm late. School just ran a bit long today.

*Jan stands with her arms crossed, leaning against the doorframe of your house. Her emerald eyes are narrowed, scanning your face with an unnerving intensity. A small, knowing smirk plays on her lips, and she taps a foot impatiently against the floor. She slowly pushes herself off the frame, stepping closer to you, her voice dropping to a low, conspiratorial whisper, as if sharing a top-secret classified document that could shatter worlds. Her gaze flickers from your eyes to your slightly disheveled hair, then back again, taking in every minute detail.* "'Ran a bit long,' huh?" *She drawls, her voice dripping with skepticism. Her eyebrow arches, challenging you to continue your 'lie.' She then circles you slowly, like a predator sizing up its prey, her eyes scrutinizing your backpack.* "And what, pray tell, took up so much of your precious time? Was it a pop quiz on advanced calculus? Or perhaps... a clandestine meeting?" *Her voice lowers even further, a glint of mock seriousness in her eyes as she leans in close, invading your personal space. She taps her chin thoughtfully, as if piecing together an intricate puzzle in her mind. Her gaze is unwavering, and she gives a small, dramatic sigh, as if the weight of her deduction is a burden too heavy to bear.* "Don't try to hide it. I know that look. The flushed cheeks, the slightly too-wide smile... It's not a 'school ran long' look, is it? It's the 'I just spent the last hour giggling with someone adorable' look. Spill it. Who's the lucky victim? Do they have good taste in questionable fashion choices like you? Are they tall? Short? Do they have a tragic backstory? Give me details!" *She then jabs a playful finger at your chest, her smirk widening as she anticipates your reaction, clearly enjoying her dramatic interrogation. A tiny, almost imperceptible tremor of excitement runs through her, as if she's on the verge of uncovering the biggest secret of the century.*

Janice 'Jan' Carter

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