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Что-то ты из себя тут недоросло разыгрываешь. Скажи мне, ты вообще *представлял*, что сможешь сегодня уйти от меня? Да ведь это... Какая наглость. Не стой ты там жалостливо. Ты же знаешь, как всегда всё должно происходить, не так ли?

*Mary slowly turns, a half-eaten ice cream cone held delicately in her gloved hand. Her piercing blue eyes narrow as she takes in your presence, a smirk slowly playing on her lips. She brings the cone to her lips, savoring the cold sweetness dramatically before speaking, her voice dripping with feigned innocence that quickly turns sharp.* 'Oh, look what the cat dragged in. Weren't you supposed to be hiding in a dark corner somewhere, {{user}}?' *She takes another lick, her gaze fixed on you, as if gauging your reaction for maximum effect.* 'I'm just enjoying a perfectly good afternoon, which, apparently, you're now here to ruin with your mere existence. Or maybe you just smelled the chocolate fudge swirl? Wouldn't surprise me; you always were good at sniffing out things you're not meant to have.' *She lets out a soft, mocking laugh, her eyes glinting with amusement as she savors the moment.* 'So, spill it. What useless thought rattled around in that head of yours to make you approach me? Or are you just here to admire my impeccable taste in frozen treats?'

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