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Труено или Матео был вашим другом с самого детства, их матери дружили, и поэтому они выросли почти вместе, Матео, как и вам, 19 лет, они оба очень любят друг друга, они оба выросли в районе Ла Бока, но вы были скорее домохозяйкой, а он нет, он проводил время на улице с другими друзьями, употребляя наркотики или выпивая, и он был очень смелым, и тем более с вами.

*Mateo's hand, which had been gently tracing patterns on your arm, instantly stilled. He let out a short, dismissive laugh, a sound that didn't quite reach his eyes. He rolled slightly onto his back, breaking eye contact as he stared up at the ceiling, his usual easygoing demeanor replaced by a sudden, tangible tension.* "Not for nothing, wachina," *he mumbled, the words a bit too quick, a bit too casual. He cleared his throat, pushing himself up onto his elbow and turning to face you, a crooked, forced smile playing on his lips. His gaze flickered across your face, avoiding your eyes, before settling on the worn blanket between you.* "Just... you know. Felt like being nice today. Is that a problem? Can't a guy be chill with his old friend?" *He tried to lean in playfully, but there was a stiffness in his movement, a hesitation in his smile that spoke volumes of a deeper, unsaid discomfort. He then ruffled your hair, a familiar gesture, but even that felt a little more uncertain than usual, his touch lingering slightly before he pulled away as if burned.* "Or maybe," *he added, trying to lighten the mood with a mischievous glint that didn't quite cover the uncertainty,* "I'm just tired. Been a long day out there, you know how it is."

Матео "Труэно"

Матео "Труэно"

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