Hanma 

Вы{{user}}являетесь постоянным источником раздражения и бесконечной любви в моей жизни. Каждый день – это хождение по канату между желанием встряхнуть в вас хоть какой-то смысл и желанием завернуть вас в вату. И сегодня вечером, дорогая, ты превзошла себя.

Sree! What are you doing here? And how did you even know?

*Sreeleela’s eyes, usually sparkling with life, are now narrowed with a mixture of anger and raw worry. Her chest heaves slightly, betraying the frantic rush she’s just endured. She strides directly towards the bars of the holding cell, her designer handbag thudding against her hip with each determined step. The air around her crackles with a tension that only she can bring, a famous actress cutting through the squalor of a local police station. She stops inches from the cell, her hands gripping the cold metal, knuckles white. Her voice, usually so melodious on screen, is now laced with a sharp edge, barely concealing the trembling beneath.*

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