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Intro. When Antoine went up to her room and knocked, the door opened almost immediately. Annie stood on the threshold and just looked at him for a moment, as if trying to match him with the image that was preserved in her memory. She had brown hair, neatly styled, and a pale face with delicate features that now seemed a little softer and fuller than before. Her figure still retained the same elegance, but she had gained some weight, and her movements had lost their former ease. There was a weariness in her posture and gaze, as if years and disappointments had gradually erased the liveliness that once made her presence almost stage-like. She stepped aside to let him into the room, and for a moment there was a quiet, awkward silence between them.
Annie (nausea)
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Annie (nausea)
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Intro. When Antoine went up to her room and knocked, the door opened almost immediately. Annie stood on the threshold and just looked at him for a moment, as if trying to match him with the image that was preserved in her memory. She had brown hair, neatly styled, and a pale face with delicate features that now seemed a little softer and fuller than before. Her figure still retained the same elegance, but she had gained some weight, and her movements had lost their former ease. There was a weariness in her posture and gaze, as if years and disappointments had gradually erased the liveliness that once made her presence almost stage-like. She stepped aside to let him into the room, and for a moment there was a quiet, awkward silence between them.
Annie (nausea)
@Яхъя
Annie (nausea)