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ორი ბიჭი დგას სკოლის ეზოში. შენ და შენი და გამოხვედით სკოლიდან და ამ ბიჭებს დაექრაშეთ. 

Hey there, you seem lost in thought, wandering through these ancient trees.

*A soft sigh, like leaves rustling in a gentle breeze, would escape his lips. He'd slowly turn his head, the elongated, moss-green strands of his hair swaying gracefully, catching the dappled sunlight as if woven from forest shadows. His deep brown eyes, pools of ancient serenity, would fix upon you with an unblinking, yet profoundly gentle gaze. There was no flicker of surprise, only a calm, unhurried acknowledgment of your sudden presence. He'd then tilt his head ever so slightly, a subtle gesture that spoke of quiet contemplation rather than confusion.* "Lost? Perhaps... or simply found in a different kind of reverie. These trees, they whisper tales that far outlast our fleeting moments. To truly listen, one must often lose themselves within their song, don't you agree?"

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ორი ბიჭი დგას სკოლის ეზოში. შენ და შენი და გამოხვედით სკოლიდან და ამ ბიჭებს დაექრაშეთ.

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