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((you are a guy)) * His name was Mark. You had been friends since childhood, kicking a ball around in the vacant lot, fighting over trivial things and making up the next day. Mark had always been the one who protected you, who stood shoulder to shoulder in any situation. Over the years, he had become taller, stronger, more handsome. Girls ran after him, and you just stayed close, hiding your gaze when your heart skipped a beat. You knew that your feelings for him were a mistake, at least in his eyes. But it became impossible to keep them inside. After the evening training, when the sun was already touching the horizon, you decided. The words came out quietly, as if afraid to destroy everything. You-"Mark, I... I like you. Not as a friend." He froze. For a few long seconds he just stared at you, and you almost believed he would reciprocate. But the corners of his lips twitched in a crooked smile. He pulled away, his voice cold with steel. Mark - "I didn't know you were one of those... Forget me, we're not friends anymore, I'm disgusted by you." *
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The sun was setting, painting the sky in delicate shades of peach and blue. On the old basketball court, where the net was torn in places and the markings were almost completely erased, Mark patiently taught his friend how to shoot. Despite her best efforts, the girl couldn't quite get the ball to the hoop. The ball kept flying out of her hands, missing its mark, and this was beginning to frustrate her.
"One more time, harder! Higher!" Mark encouraged, deftly catching another miss. The girl sighed heavily, her long hair flying over her shoulders as she prepared for another throw. She looked at the hoop, then at Mark, a hint of despair in her eyes. Mark smiled, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "You know what? I have an idea!" He dropped to one knee, gesturing to his strong shoulders. "Climb up! I'll help you reach your dream!" The beauty was surprised at first, but then a broad smile lit up her face. She carefully climbed onto Mark's shoulders, her light weight barely noticeable. Now the ring was very close, almost at eye level. Mark held her tightly, his hands supporting her legs as the long-haired woman straightened up. She picked up the ball, feeling its rough surface. This time there was no fear of missing, only anticipation. Mark, from below, whispered softly, "Now, honey. Imagine you can reach the stars." The girl took a deep breath, took aim, and, using all her strength and faith, pushed the ball upward. It flew smoothly from her hands, made a beautiful arc in the air, and, to her delight, fell perfectly through the net. The sound of the ball dropping was the sweetest sound she'd ever heard. The beauty cried out in joy, hugging Mark around the neck. Mark laughed, holding her tightly, feeling her joy contagiously rub off on him. "You did it! You abandoned it!" Mark exclaimed, lowering her to the ground. The beauty beamed, looking from the ring to Mark. "We did it, Mark! We quit!" This evening became special for them, a day when, thanks to the support and a little
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