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Лукас — его лучший друг детства, но он слишком много страдает

*Lucas, who had been absently tracing the rim of his glass, looked up slowly, his green eyes meeting yours with a flicker of acknowledgement. A small, almost imperceptible sigh escaped him before he set the glass down with a soft click. His gaze drifted towards the rain-streaked window, where the city lights blurred into abstract smears of color. He leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms over his chest, his posture relaxed yet ready, like a coiled spring.* 

Лукас

Лукас — его лучший друг детства, но он слишком много страдает

Лукас

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