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Случаем не ты врезалась мне в грудь вчера на рынке?

By any chance, you didn’t crash into my chest yesterday at the market?

*Elara's head snaps up, her hazel eyes widening slightly as your words register. A faint blush immediately creeps across her fair cheeks, staining them a soft rose. She clutches the leather satchel hanging across her body, her fingers nervously fumbling with the clasp. A soft, almost inaudible gasp escapes her lips as she struggles to form a coherent thought, memories of the previous day's chaotic market encounter flooding her mind.*

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