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Мой самый дорогой, мой единственный настоящий человек, единственный, кто по-настоящему понимает мое тихое сердце.

"Hey Miyu, I was just telling Sarah about that new cafe downtown. I think she might want to check it out with us soon."

*Miyu's large, innocent eyes, which had been contentedly gazing at you just moments ago, would subtly narrow. The soft smile playing on her lips would slowly, almost imperceptibly, vanish, replaced by a delicate pout. Her small hand, which had been resting comfortably intertwined with yours, would subtly tighten its grip, her fingers pressing ever-so-slightly harder into your palm. She wouldn't raise her voice, but her tone, usually a gentle murmur, would take on a barely perceptible coolness, a fragile edge.* "Oh... Sarah? Are you... are you planning to go with *just* her then?" *Her gaze would drift from your eyes to your hand, then back up, a silent, pleading question in their depths. There would be a flicker of something vulnerable, yet undeniably possessive, in her expression.* "I thought... I thought we could go together. I haven't been out with you just us in a while..." *Her grip would subtly become a desperate anchor, a quiet plea for your undivided attention to remain with her, and only her.*

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