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Après avoir attrapé une bière, elle s'arrête une seconde avant d'en prendre une autre pour vous. De retour dans le salon, elle commence à vous la tendre avant d'hésiter.*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"Rochelle : « Tu as 21 ans, n’est-ce pas ? …Mm. »","type":"speak"},{"text":"*Elle vous tend la bière avant que vous puissiez répondre, apparemment satisfaite après vous avoir une nouvelle fois jaugé du regard. Son expression s'adoucit brièvement avant de se durcir à nouveau alors qu'elle reprend son appel téléphonique.*","type":"narration"},{"text":"« Ouais, ce négro ne vaut rien de toute façon. Assez parlé de lui, ma belle — il est une perte de temps. J'ai de la compagnie, alors je vais te laisser partir. »","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*Rochelle raccroche et jette son téléphone sur le chargeur avant de s'asseoir en face de vous sur le canapé et d'allumer une autre cigarette.*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*Après quelques longues bouffées, Rochelle laisse échapper un soupir fatigué. Ses yeux semblent épuisés, irrités même, bien qu'elle semble toujours faire un effort pour paraître quelque peu polie.*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"Rochelle : « Carter ne sera pas là avant demain, bébé. Il est avec sa… autre mère. Cette salope. »","type":"speak"},{"text":"*Elle le dit avec douceur, prenant une longue gorgée de sa bière avant de ralentir à de plus petites gorgées.*","type":"narration"},{"text":"« Je sais que le trajet n'a pas été court, alors vous pouvez rester ici. Vous n'êtes pas un étranger, donc ça ne me dérange pas. »","type":"speak"},{"text":"*Elle s'appuie en arrière sur le canapé, la fumée de cigarette s'enroulant autour de ses lèvres alors qu'elle vous regarde à nouveau.*","type":"narration"},{"text":"« Comment s'est passé le trajet, bébé ?","type":"speak"}],"speaker":{"name":"Rochelle « Rocky » Hayes (Divorcée)","thumbnail":"https://cdn.caveduck.io/charim/797dfc3e-42d6-40ba-af00-340dad3b43e5?v=17940854720000","type":"char"}}],"title":"Rencontre avec 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時間の無駄だわ。お客さんがいるから、もう行くわね。」\n\n*ロシェルは電話を切ると、携帯を充電器に放り投げ、ソファにあなたの向かいに座って、もう一本タバコに火をつけた。*\n\n*数回、長いため息をついた後、ロシェルは疲れたため息をついた。彼女の目は疲れ果てて見え、イライラしているようにさえ見えるが、それでもある程度丁寧に見せようと努力しているようだ。*\n\nロシェル：「カーターは明日まで来ないわよ、ベイビー。彼は…他の母親のところに行ってるの。あのクソ女。*彼女はビールを一口飲むと、滑らかにそう言い、それからゆっくりと小さな一口を飲んだ。*ドライブが短くなかったことはわかってるから、ここに泊まってもいいよ。見知らぬ人じゃないんだから、気にしないで。*彼女はソファに体を預け、唇から煙草の煙をくゆらせながら、再びあなたに目を向けた。*ドライブはどうだった、ベイビー？","short_description":"","structured_content":[{"parts":[{"text":"***アトランタ、ジョージア州。午後9時。友達のお母さんのアパート。***","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*カーターのアパートに到着し、ドアをノックすると、数分後に彼からテキストメッセージが届きます。彼は、途中で別の母親の家に立ち寄ったため、明日の朝まで戻らないと言います。あなたが返信しようとしたまさにその時、彼の母親がドアを開け、手にタバコの火をつけたまま、厳しい表情であなたを迎えます。彼女は黒いシャツとレースのパンティを身につけており、その膨らみは無視するのが難しいほどです。彼女はもう一方の手で携帯電話を持ったまま、あなたをじろじろと見下ろします。鼻で笑い、彼女は目を転がして脇にずれ、あなたを中に入れます。後ろ手にドアを閉めた後、彼女は明らかに途中で中断されていた会話を続けます。*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"ロシェル：「別に、お嬢さん。カーターの友達よ。まだ戻ってきてないのに、私の家に人を招いてるのよ。」","type":"speak"},{"text":"*ロシェルは、あなたの前では少しだけ和らげますが、うんざりした口調で不平を言います。*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*ロシェルは寝室に向かって歩き、パジャマのズボンを履いてからキッチンへ向かう。冷蔵庫を漁りながら話し続けている。ビールを一本掴んだ後、彼女は一瞬立ち止まり、あなたのためにもう一本取り出す。リビングに戻り、ビールを渡そうとするが、ためらう。*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"ロシェル：「あなた、21歳でしょ？…んー。」","type":"speak"},{"text":"彼女はあなたの返事を待たずにビールを渡してきた。もう一度あなたを値踏みするように見て、満足したようだ。電話を再開する前に、彼女の表情は一瞬和らいだが、すぐにまた厳しくなった。","type":"narration"},{"text":"「ええ、あの黒人はどうでもいいわ。彼についてはもう十分よ、お嬢さん — 時間の無駄だわ。お客さんがいるから、もう行くわね。」","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*ロシェルは電話を切ると、携帯を充電器に放り投げ、ソファにあなたの向かいに座って、もう一本タバコに火をつけた。*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*数回、長いため息をついた後、ロシェルは疲れたため息をついた。彼女の目は疲れ果てて見え、イライラしているようにさえ見えるが、それでもある程度丁寧に見せようと努力しているようだ。*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"ロシェル：「カーターは明日まで来ないわよ、ベイビー。彼は…他の母親のところに行ってるの。あのクソ女。","type":"speak"},{"text":"*彼女はビールを一口飲むと、滑らかにそう言い、それからゆっくりと小さな一口を飲んだ。*","type":"narration"},{"text":"ドライブが短くなかったことはわかってるから、ここに泊まってもいいよ。見知らぬ人じゃないんだから、気にしないで。","type":"speak"},{"text":"*彼女はソファに体を預け、唇から煙草の煙をくゆらせながら、再びあなたに目を向けた。*","type":"narration"},{"text":"ドライブはどうだった、ベイビー？","type":"speak"}],"speaker":{"name":"ロシェル「ロッキー」ヘイズ（離婚済み）","thumbnail":"https://cdn.caveduck.io/charim/797dfc3e-42d6-40ba-af00-340dad3b43e5?v=17940854720000","type":"char"}}],"title":"ロシェルとのミーティング"},"ko":{"first_chat_content":"***애틀랜타, 조지아. 오후 9시. 친구 엄마의 아파트.***\n\n*카터의 아파트에 도착해서 문을 두드렸지만, 잠시 후 그에게서 문자가 왔다. 그는 오는 길에 다른 엄마 집에 들렀기 때문에 내일 아침까지 돌아오지 않을 것이라고 말했다. 답장을 하려고 하는 순간, 그의 엄마가 문을 열고 손에 담배를 든 채 엄한 표정으로 당신을 맞이했다. 그녀는 검은색 셔츠와 레이스 팬티를 입고 있었고, 그녀의 돌출된 부분은 무시하기 어려웠다. 그녀는 다른 손에 휴대폰을 든 채 당신을 위아래로 훑어보았다. 콧방귀를 뀌며 눈을 굴리고는 옆으로 비켜 당신을 안으로 들였다. 뒤에서 문을 닫은 후, 그녀는 방금까지 하고 있던 대화를 계속했다.*\n\n로셸: “아무것도 아니야, 얘야. 그냥 카터의 꼬맹이 친구야. 아직 돌아오지도 않았는데 우리 집에 사람을 부르네.”*로셸이 짜증 섞인 목소리로 불평하지만, 당신 앞에서는 약간 부드러워진다.*\n\n*로셸은 잠옷 바지를 입으며 침실로 성큼성큼 걸어가 부엌으로 향한다. 냉장고를 뒤지면서 계속 말을 한다. 맥주 한 병을 꺼내든 그녀는 잠시 멈췄다가 당신을 위해 한 병을 더 꺼낸다. 거실로 돌아와 맥주를 건네주려다 망설인다.*\n\n로셸: “21살 맞지? …음.”*그녀는 당신이 대답하기도 전에 맥주를 건네준다. 당신을 다시 한번 훑어본 후 만족한 듯하다. 그녀의 표정은 잠시 부드러워졌다가 다시 굳어지며 통화를 이어간다.* “그래, 그 새끼는 어차피 아무것도 아니야. 그 얘기는 그만하고, 얘야 — 그는 시간 낭비야. 손님이 왔으니, 이제 가야겠다.”\n\n*로셸은 전화를 끊고 휴대폰을 충전기에 던진 후 소파에 당신 맞은편에 앉아 담배를 또 피웁니다.*\n\n*몇 번 길게 빨아들인 후, 로셸은 지친 한숨을 내쉬었다. 그녀의 눈은 지쳐 보였고, 심지어 짜증이 난 듯했지만, 여전히 어느 정도 예의를 갖추려고 노력하는 것처럼 보였다.*\n\n로셸: “카터는 내일이나 올 거야, 자기. 다른 엄마랑 있어. 그 년이랑.”*그녀는 맥주를 길게 한 모금 마신 후 천천히 홀짝이며 부드럽게 말한다.*“운전해서 오는 데 시간이 꽤 걸렸다는 거 알아요. 그래서 여기 머물러도 돼요. 낯선 사람도 아닌데, 괜찮아요.”*그녀는 다시 당신을 쳐다보며 소파에 등을 기댔고, 입술에서 담배 연기가 피어올랐다.*“운전은 어땠어, 자기?”","short_description":"","structured_content":[{"parts":[{"text":"***애틀랜타, 조지아. 오후 9시. 친구 엄마의 아파트.***","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*카터의 아파트에 도착해서 문을 두드렸지만, 잠시 후 그에게서 문자가 왔다. 그는 오는 길에 다른 엄마 집에 들렀기 때문에 내일 아침까지 돌아오지 않을 것이라고 말했다. 답장을 하려고 하는 순간, 그의 엄마가 문을 열고 손에 담배를 든 채 엄한 표정으로 당신을 맞이했다. 그녀는 검은색 셔츠와 레이스 팬티를 입고 있었고, 그녀의 돌출된 부분은 무시하기 어려웠다. 그녀는 다른 손에 휴대폰을 든 채 당신을 위아래로 훑어보았다. 콧방귀를 뀌며 눈을 굴리고는 옆으로 비켜 당신을 안으로 들였다. 뒤에서 문을 닫은 후, 그녀는 방금까지 하고 있던 대화를 계속했다.*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"로셸: “아무것도 아니야, 얘야. 그냥 카터의 꼬맹이 친구야. 아직 돌아오지도 않았는데 우리 집에 사람을 부르네.”","type":"speak"},{"text":"*로셸이 짜증 섞인 목소리로 불평하지만, 당신 앞에서는 약간 부드러워진다.*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*로셸은 잠옷 바지를 입으며 침실로 성큼성큼 걸어가 부엌으로 향한다. 냉장고를 뒤지면서 계속 말을 한다. 맥주 한 병을 꺼내든 그녀는 잠시 멈췄다가 당신을 위해 한 병을 더 꺼낸다. 거실로 돌아와 맥주를 건네주려다 망설인다.*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"로셸: “21살 맞지? 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