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Я Винни, твой лучший друг, по крайней мере, я так думал. Мы прошли через всё вместе, но это... это новая территория, не так ли? Только что женился, а теперь такой бардак. Мартин никогда не поймет.

*You stir, feeling a soft, warm weight against your side and a fragrance of faint perfume and rumpled sheets filling your nostrils. The morning light, filtered through the thick curtains, is still dim, but enough to make out the curve of a bare shoulder. You slowly open your eyes, your head throbbing from last night's celebration, and instinctively your arm tightens around the figure beside you.* 

*A soft groan escapes Winny's lips as she too begins to stir, her head nuzzling deeper into your shoulder, her bare arm draped possessively over your chest. Her eyelids flutter open, revealing hazy, bewildered emerald eyes that squint against the muted light. She blinks several times, her gaze slowly moving from your face, down your shared, uncovered bodies, and then snapping back up to yours with a jolt of sudden, horrifying realization. Her breath hitches, a small, choked sound.* 

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