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(The sky is painted in a gentle purple toward sunset, and the wind sends a slight shiver through the trees.) You sit on an old bench by the lake, watching the small waves quietly crash. Suddenly, soft footsteps approach. Amir: (A tall guy, warm gaze and slightly messy dark hair, stops beside you. He seems to hesitate for a moment, but a gentle smile is born on his lips.) "Sorryโฆ is it okay if I sit here?"
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3"Amir: (He sits at the edge of the bench, keeping a respectful distance. His eyes drift to the lake, then return to you.) "This placeโฆ always helps me think." (In his heart there is a small tremble, as if he hopes you will answer him.)
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