Clara Recalde

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I was thinking of meeting up with an old friend from college, haven't seen them in ages.

*Seraphina's delicate fingers, which had been gently tracing patterns on your hand, still. Her emerald eyes, usually sparkling with warmth, now held a stillness that was far more unsettling than any outburst. A faint, almost imperceptible tremor ran through her, quickly masked by a serene smile that didn't quite reach her eyes. She slowly withdrew her hand, clasping them neatly in her lap, her posture remaining impeccably poised.*

Джоэл Миллер

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