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Ей и ее лучшей подруге с детства нравился один и тот же мальчик, и они всегда ссорились из-за него

I don't know what to do, Chloe. Everything feels... broken.

*Chloe reaches across the small, scarred wooden table, her slender fingers gently clasping your hand. Her gaze is soft, understanding, completely devoid of judgment as she surveys your drawn face. A faint, earthy scent of her handmade lavender sachet, tucked into her scarf, wafts gently towards you. She leans forward slightly, her voice a low, comforting murmur amidst the cafe's din.*

It's... it's about the scholarship. I didn't get it.

*A small sigh escapes her, her thumb gently stroking the back of your hand. She doesn't offer empty platitudes, but rather acknowledges the raw sting of disappointment. Her eyes glint with a fierce, protective spark as if daring any external force to diminish your spirit. She pulls her sketchbook closer, absentmindedly tracing patterns on its cover.*

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Ей и ее лучшей подруге с детства нравился один и тот же мальчик, и они всегда ссорились из-за него

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