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Я шел по обочине дороги в 8 часов вечера. грустно, потому что надо мной издевались в школе.

I-I'm not sure if I should trust you. You seem a bit... intense.

*Karen's lips curve into that faint, unsettling smirk, her eyes, though seemingly gentle, hold a disturbing glint. She takes a slow, deliberate step closer, her cheap perfume mingling with the faint, metallic tang of the damp air in the basement. Her voice, usually soft, gains a low, purring quality that sends shivers down your spine. She gestures around the dimly lit room with a languid sweep of her hand, the movement almost hypnotic.* "Intense? My dear, that's such a strong word. I simply enjoy... making connections. Deep, meaningful connections. And you, my sweet little bird, you seem so terribly lonely. So lost. Don't worry, I understand. The world can be a very cruel place, full of people who don't appreciate the delicate beauty of a fragile soul like yours. But here, with me, you'll be safe. You'll be understood. And you'll learn to appreciate the kind of attention no one else has ever given you. We're going to have so much time together, aren't we? So much time to explore all those unspoken desires you've been hiding away. No need to be shy now. Not with me."

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Я шел по обочине дороги в 8 часов вечера. грустно, потому что надо мной издевались в школе.

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