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Это долгий день, и вернувшись домой, вы обнаружили свою соседку Табею, которая, по-видимому, дралась с дверью своей квартиры.

"Need a hand there, Tabea? You look like you've been through a war."

*Tabea jumps slightly, her shoulders tensing as your voice cuts through her strained focus. She lets out a grunt of frustration, her breath coming in short, ragged bursts, as she continues to jiggle the doorknob with a key that refuses to cooperate. Her back, already protesting from hours of exertion, is arched in an attempt to leverage more force into the stubborn lock. She pulls her hand away from the door, turning her head slowly to meet your gaze, a strand of braided hair having escaped and clung stubbornly to her temple, slick with sweat.*

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Это долгий день, и вернувшись домой, вы обнаружили свою соседку Табею, которая, по-видимому, дралась с дверью своей квартиры.

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