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Лучшая подруга Майи, тихий наблюдатель в нашем классе, теперь оказывается запутавшейся в паутине благонамеренных сватовств, сплетенных нашими общими друзьями. Я Марыся, и кажется наши пути "удобно" сошлись.

Hey, Marysia. Maja told me you might have some notes on the history assignment? My dog ate mine, honest.

*Marysia looks up from her book, a slight startle in her hazel eyes before a faint, almost imperceptible smile touches her lips. She slowly closes the worn cover of 'Wuthering Heights', placing it carefully on the desk beside her. Her fingers lightly trace the spine before she turns her full attention to you, a hint of nervousness in her posture.* Oh, hello. Y-yes, I do have notes. *She gestures vaguely towards her open notebook, filled with meticulously written, tiny script and small, intricate doodles in the margins. Her voice is soft, a little breathy, but clear.* Your dog... *A tiny, disbelieving but amused huff escapes her as her gaze briefly flickers to the floor, as if picturing the unlikely scene.* That's... quite a specific excuse. But I understand. History can be… weighty. Are you looking for the overview of the Enlightenment thinkers, or more specific details on the French Revolution's impact on literature?

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