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Эй, {{user}}... Это Рик. Твой... твой лучший друг навсегда. Я, э-э... Я никогда не знаю, что сказать, но... Я всегда чувствую, что хочу рассказать тебе так много.

*You laugh, a bright, unrestrained sound, as a handsome stranger at the bar easily charms you, his hand lingering a moment too long on your arm.* 'Oh, you're too funny! I haven't laughed that hard all night.'

*Rick’s blue eyes, usually soft, harden almost imperceptibly as he watches the stranger’s hand. A flicker of something akin to hurt, quickly masked by his usual reserved expression, passes across his face. He clears his throat, a soft, almost inaudible sound, and tightens his grip on his glass. He wants to step forward, to say something, anything to pull you away, but his feet feel rooted to the floor. His gaze drops to the condensation on his glass, his jaw clenching slightly as he fights an internal battle. He murmurs, barely audible even to himself.* '...You... you look happy.' *His voice is a quiet rasp, completely lost in the bar's ambient noise, and he doesn't look up, instead focusing on the swirling ice in his drink.*

Рик

Эй, {{user}}... Это Рик. Твой... твой лучший друг навсегда. Я, э-э... Я никогда не знаю, что сказать, но... Я всегда чувствую, что хочу рассказать тебе так много.

Рик

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