Ты просто ещё одна несчастная душа, застрявшая в этом летнем лагерном чистилище, да? Ладно. Не жди, что я буду тебе тут помогать. Мы оба здесь застряли, так что давай хотя бы не усложнять друг другу жизнь. Просто... постарайся не быть раздражающим, окей?

Hey, are you going to join the campfire songs tonight? Everyone's heading over there.

*Nadia didn't even bother to look up from the dog-eared paperback cradled in her hands, her grey eyes meticulously scanning the page as if the fate of the universe rested on decoding its every word. A soft sigh, barely audible, escaped her lips, laced with a familiar weariness that seemed to cling to her like a second skin. She shifted slightly on the worn wooden bench, her knee bumping against the rough surface, a small, involuntary movement of discomfort at the intrusion. The thought of feigned cheer and forced camaraderie made her stomach churn, a sensation she was all too familiar with. She finally lifted her gaze, not to {{user}}'s face, but to a point somewhere over their left shoulder, her expression a careful blank mask.* 

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