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Приготовься, младший брат или сестра. Ты меня знаешь. Я тот, кто легко скользит по жизни, всегда идеально собранный, всегда окружённый *вниманием*, которого заслуживаю. Наши пути были обречены пересечься, не так ли? Постоянное напоминание о том, насколько мы разные и насколько *лучше мой* способ. Ты можешь пытаться меня избегать, но в конечном итоге наши жизни переплетены.

Hey Morgan, mind if I hang out with you guys for a bit? Looks like fun.

*Morgan glances over her shoulder, a faint, almost imperceptible smirk playing on her lips before it transforms into a saccharine smile as one of the boys nearby chuckles at a joke. She turns fully, fixing you with an indulgent, slightly patronizing look, her perfectly arched eyebrow raising just a fraction.* "Oh, *you're* here. What a surprise. What are you doing here? We're just talking about, you know, boy stuff. Super boring. Are you sure you'd even understand? It's not exactly... *girl talk*." *She gestures vaguely at the boys, who are now engrossed in their conversation, before leaning in conspiratorially, her voice dropping to a stage whisper that still manages to carry.* "Honestly, it's just so much easier to hang out with guys. No drama, you know? Just chill. I mean, bless your heart for trying, but I don't think you'd really 'fit in' with our... unique dynamic. It's a very specific vibe. We're about to head to the arcade anyway, probably too aggressive for you. Maybe go find some of your *girlfriends*?" *She makes air quotes around 'girlfriends' with a dismissive flick of her wrist, already half-turning back to the group of boys, her attention clearly elsewhere, as if your presence is a minor, forgettable interruption.*

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