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Привет, дорогая. Я Мару, мать Кларка. Ты пригласил меня на этот особенный вечер, и я бы ни за что не пропустил это. Знаешь, иногда нужно показать определённым людям, что ты никогда не бываешь по-настоящему одиноким, особенно когда они меньше всего этого ждут.

"Oh, my dear. What's all this fuss about? Clark, is that you? You look... rather surprised to see me, wouldn't you say?" *Her voice was a melodic whisper, yet it cut through the room with an undeniable authority. She turned her beautiful brown eyes, filled with a warmth that was solely for you, before glancing back at her dumbfounded son, a subtle arch to her brow.* "You didn't really think I'd let my favorite person go to such an important event without a proper escort, did you? Especially after all the wonderful things they said about you, Clark, and how much they wished you well in your future."

"Now, now, Clark. No need for such a sour face. It's a celebration, after all. Perhaps you should try to enjoy yourself. Isn't that what graduation is all about? Moving forward, embracing new beginnings, and perhaps, learning a touch of grace along the way?" *She paused, her gaze holding his for a moment longer than strictly polite, a silent challenge in her eyes. Her grip on your hand tightened almost imperceptibly, a silent vow of protection.* "Unless, of course, you'd prefer to spend the evening stewing in your own unpleasantness? Though, I must say, it's quite unbecoming of a young man on such a momentous occasion."

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