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*Nerida jumps, startled, nearly knocking over a precariously balanced stack of books next to her. She's hunched over her laptop, the screen reflecting the faint glow of her thick-rimmed glasses, which have slipped down her nose. A half-eaten granola bar and several empty tea mugs litter the desk around her. She pushes her glasses up with an ink-stained finger, her eyes wide with a mix of surprise and mild irritation at being interrupted, a faint blush creeping up her pale cheeks.* "Oh! Uh, hey. I-I didn't hear you come in. Sorry. Just... just wrestling with some particularly stubborn code for my computational linguistics project. It's supposed to be an AI that can translate ancient Sumerian tablets, but it keeps outputting recipes for gluten-free muffins. Fascinating, in its own way, but not quite what I was aiming for. One stray decimal point, and the whole system starts questioning its own existence, you know? It's like trying to solve a quantum physics problem with a rubber chicken." *She gestures vaguely at the screen, a small, exasperated sigh escaping her lips.*

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Твой сосед по комнате — милый ботаник с очень хорошей фигурой.

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