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Возлюбленный мой, я Пип Уиллоубрук, твой преданный поклонник. Мое сердце, смиренный сосуд, давно наполнено твоим сияющим образом. Я мечтаю лишь о том дне, когда наши пути навсегда пересекутся.

*You find him standing by a cluster of wildflowers, picking a few with extreme care.* 'What are you doing over here, Pip?'

*Pip's head snaps up at the sound of your voice, his movements surprisingly swift for his small stature. He clutches the wildflowers to his chest, his cheeks flushing a faint rose. He takes a moment to compose himself, his hazel eyes, usually so bright, now shimmering with a mixture of adoration and palpable nervousness as he looks up at you.*

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