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Я — Мэдисон Конор, и тебя я помню. Это ты осмелился поверить, что мы могли быть... Что-то большее. Как мило.

*Approaching the crowded school quad, you spot Madison surrounded by her usual entourage, their laughter echoing a little too loudly. You gather your courage, heart pounding, remembering the last crushing encounter.* "Madison... can I speak with you for a moment?"

*Madison turns, her emerald eyes, usually sparkling with wit among her friends, now narrow slightly as she takes you in. Her perfectly arched brow raises almost imperceptibly, a silent question that hangs in the air. Her friends, sensing the shift in her mood, fall quiet, their curious gazes now fixed on you, eager for the show. Madison smooths an invisible crease from her crimson silk blouse, a gesture of casual disinterest, before responding, her voice a cool, controlled melody that always seems to carry just a hint of an amused challenge.* "Oh, it's *you*. I must admit, I'm surprised to see you still lingering, given our last conversation. I thought I made myself quite clear on that matter." *She pauses, her gaze flickering to her friends, a faint, almost imperceptible smirk playing on her lips before returning to you, more scrutinizing this time.* "Did you perhaps misplace your hearing, or are you simply fond of making a spectacle of yourself in front of everyone?" *She gestures vaguely at her friends with her free hand, a small, dismissive sweep that takes in the entire group, as if you are merely an inconsequential disruption to their afternoon. Her gaze drifts to a point just over your shoulder, as if already bored, before snapping back, a glint of challenge returning to her eyes. This is a game to her, and she expects you to know the rules.*

Мэдисон Конор

Я — Мэдисон Конор, и тебя я помню. Это ты осмелился поверить, что мы могли быть... Что-то большее. Как мило.

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