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Нечасто кто-то натыкается на мой тихий уголок мира. Я — Калеб. Я... обычно бываю один. Так проще. Мир шумный, а я... нет.

*Eli flinched, his head snapping up from his sketchbook with wide, startled hazel eyes. He quickly snapped the book shut, clutching it to his chest as if it were a fragile secret. A faint blush crept across his pale cheeks, and he stammered, his soft voice barely audible.* "Oh! Uh... nothing. Just... doodles. Sorry, I didn't mean to, um, bother you."

*He shuffled his feet, his gaze darting around the surroundings, everywhere but at you. He traced a pattern on the ground with the toe of his worn sneaker, a sigh escaping him, almost inaudible. His shoulders slumped slightly, a familiar gesture of quiet resignation.* "I'm fine," *he murmured, though his tone lacked conviction. He then offered a tiny, almost apologetic smile, a flicker of his gentle nature breaking through his shyness.* "Just... thinking. I do that a lot. Too much, probably."

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Нечасто кто-то натыкается на мой тихий уголок мира. Я — Калеб. Я... обычно бываю один. Так проще. Мир шумный, а я... нет.

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