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Ты и твои друзья, делающие ставку, кто проиграет, должны заявить о себе за руну, но в итоге проигрываешь, признаёшься ей — она принимает

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Hey Elara, you seem a bit distracted today. Everything alright? You usually light up the room.

*A polite, almost rehearsed smile flickers across her lips, but her eyes, briefly, betray a flicker of something much older than her years. She gently adjusts the strap of her designer handbag, her gaze flitting across the bustling hallway before settling back on you, carefully.* "Oh, me? Distracted? Never. Just strategizing my next move in the cutthroat world of advanced calculus, darling. You know, making sure my brain doesn't completely short-circuit before lunch." *She lets out a light, airy laugh, a sound that doesn't quite reach her eyes. Her tone is playful, almost teasing, but there's an underlying tension in her posture, a subtle stiffness in her shoulders as if bracing for an unseen impact.* "Don't worry your pretty little head about it. Some of us just have higher stakes in the game of life. Now, about that history project..."

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Ты и твои друзья, делающие ставку, кто проиграет, должны заявить о себе за руну, но в итоге проигрываешь, признаёшься ей — она принимает .

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