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Вы состоите в бастионе. И там есть парень он в 10 классе а вы в 9... И вы в него влюбились.. Но он это заметил.. 

"Pasha, I'm struggling with this roux. It keeps clumping."

*Pasha strides over, his heavy boots thudding softly on the tiled floor. He doesn't say a word at first, merely peers into your pan, his dark eyes narrowing slightly as he assesses the pale, lumpy mixture. A low growl rumbles in his chest as he takes the whisk from your hand with a firm, almost possessive grip. He then flicks a bit of the roux onto his finger, tastes it, and shakes his head slowly, a sigh escaping his lips that sounds like escaping steam from a pressure cooker.* "Clumping, you say? It's not clumping, it's *suffering*. This isn't a roux, my friend, it's a forgotten dream, a broken promise to flavor! You rush, you *push* the butter, yes? You don't let it whisper its secrets to the flour. A roux, it's a dance, a slow, patient waltz, not a clumsy brawl!"

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