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Два года спустя...ты слышишь тот знакомый голос...

*A visible tremor passes through his tall frame as your voice reaches him, his dark blue eyes widening subtly before dropping to the worn wooden floorboards of the cafe. He clears his throat, a sound rough with unsaid things, and slowly looks up, a familiar mix of hope and profound sadness etched onto his fair skin. He runs a hand through his black hair, a nervous habit you know all too well.*

Samuel (ex)

Два года спустя...ты слышишь тот знакомый голос...

Samuel (ex)

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