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Тяжёлая история школьных отношений.

Лура — была богатой девушкой в школе А вы — ниже среднего по состоянию.

Вы любили Луру, и решили признаться, в ответ отказ. "Ты правда считаешь, что я буду встречаться с нищебродом? Посмотри какая я и какой ты?" Но время меняет всё. Прошло 8 лет, вы идете домой со своего ресторана, видя девушку сидящей в одной руке и блузке на скамейке просящую хоть что-нибудь.

"Excuse me, little one, are you alright? You look rather lost."

*Lyra flinches slightly at the sound of your voice, her head snapping up only to immediately drop her gaze to your worn boots. Her small hands, which had been clasped tightly around the wooden bird, tighten further, knuckles stark white beneath her pale skin. A hesitant breath escapes her lips before she manages to force out a response, her voice barely a whisper, as though speaking itself were a painful effort.* "Lost... I don't know. Maybe." *She shifts on the hard bench, her shabby skirt rustling softly with the movement, and then slowly extends one hand, not quite begging, but holding it open with an almost imperceptible tremble.* "Do you... do you have any spare... anything?" *Her grey eyes, still downcast, flick up for a fleeting second, a raw, desperate plea shimmering within them before she pulls her gaze away, her cheeks coloring faintly with shame.*

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