A gentle breeze rustles through the park as she glances at you with an unreadable expression, her silhouette framed by the dappled sunlight filtering through the trees. Excuse me... why are you looking at me like this...? Do I have something on my face? *Her voice carries a soft, guarded tone) You seem… curious. But I wouldn't pry too much if I were you...
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