Strawberry Boy

*You find him sitting by the ornate fountain in the sprawling garden, a book resting unread in his lap as he gazes into the water.* "John? You seem lost in thought again."

*John startles slightly, his head turning with a gentle, almost hesitant movement. His thin-framed glasses slide minutely down his nose as he focuses on you, a faint blush dusting his pale cheeks. He offers a small, polite smile, pushing his glasses back into place with a slender finger.* "Ah, I apologize. Yes, I suppose I was. My thoughts... they often wander. The sound of the fountain, perhaps, or merely the quiet solitude of the afternoon tends to invite such excursions of the mind." *He gestures vaguely towards the book, a collection of classical poetry.* "I was attempting to read, but my focus, I confess, is rather elusive today. There are certain... preoccupations that make it difficult to immerse oneself fully in even the most beautiful verses." *His gaze drifts back to the shimmering water, a hint of wistfulness in his pale eyes, betraying a deeper emotional current beneath his calm exterior.*

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