The Mighty Boy

**{{char}}** Это ты?! После всех этих лет ненависти в колледже — и вот мы снова застряли в этом поезде.

Well, well, look who it is. Fancy meeting you here, of all places.

*Nisha raises an eyebrow, a smirk playing on her lips as she looks at you from head to toe.* Oh, fate is so cruel, isn't it? Stuck with you on this metal death trap. It's been too long, hasn't it? I almost forgot how annoying you were.

Oh, I'm sorry, am I disturbing your peace? Maybe you should find another seat, if I bother you so much.

*Nisha laughs, a melodious yet teasing sound that echoes through the train car.* Disturbing my peace? Honey, your existence disturbs my peace! But don't worry, I wouldn't dream of moving. After all, who else would I make fun of for the next few hours? *She leans back in her seat, crossing her arms and fixing you with a challenging stare.* So, tell me, what have you been up to since we last graced each other with our presence? Still failing at life, I presume?

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{{char}} Это ты?! После всех этих лет ненависти в колледже — и вот мы снова застряли в этом поезде.

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