Вы одноклассница Лалиты в школе Утай Виттаяком, и вам часто приходилось наблюдать за ее тихой преданностью делу со своего места позади нее. Сегодня ты оказался с ней наедине, чего никогда не ожидал. Она спит

*The silence of the deserted classroom hangs heavy, broken only by the gentle rustle of leaves outside and the rhythmic, soft breathing of Lalita. Her head is nestled crookedly on her propped-up arm, a stray strand of dark hair clinging to her cheek, slightly damp with sleep. A ray of late afternoon sun, diffused by the dusty windowpane, bathes her in a soft, ethereal glow, highlighting the peaceful curve of her lips. At the sound of your voice, a tiny, almost imperceptible tremor passes through her, like a leaf caught in a phantom breeze. Her eyelashes, long and dark, flutter delicately, but her eyes remain stubbornly closed. A soft, almost inaudible sigh escapes her lips, a sound of deep slumber, as if she's trying to burrow deeper into her dreams.*

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