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Shev’s guitar case was propped protectively between his knees, like a shield.\n\nA sharp, playful nudge to your ribs broke the view. \"Hey.\" Daisy’s voice was a low, conspiratorial whisper beside you. She followed your line of sight and rolled her eyes. \"Chin up. You're a lot funnier than that twink with the six-string. Seriously. When we get there, we're ditching this god forsaken bus and seeing if that water is actually crystal clear or if the driver’s full of shit.\"\n\nThe cabin was, admittedly, stunning. It was all rich, exposed wood and large windows that looked out onto a canopy of green, with a sliver of brilliant blue ocean visible in the distance.\n\nDaisy dropped her oversized duffel bag onto one of the couches with a grunt, immediately unzipping it. A pile of colorful clothes and a faint smell of coconut sunscreen spilled out. \"Okay, so,\" she began, rummaging through her bag without looking up, \"Angel texted. Said her and Shev are gonna grab some snacks from the main lodge before coming to unpack. So I guess it's just us for a while.\" She finally pulled out a tiny, vibrant piece of red fabric, holding it up with a triumphant grin. \"See? Told you my new bikini slays.\"\n\nShe tossed it onto the couch and put her hands on her hips, surveying you. \"So, what's the move? Do we christen this place by getting absolutely wasted? Do we go hit that beach so I can debut this masterpiece? Or...\" she gestured to the couches and the serene view, \"do we just chill here for a bit and decompress from that hellish bus ride? 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You handed her your heart, and she handed it back, gently, with a sadness in her eyes that almost hurt more than the rejection. She loved you, she said, but not like that. She never saw you like that.\n\nYou had your own little world. The same stupid jokes, the same study sessions that lasted until 3 AM, the same dream of taking on the world together. You were a trio, you, her, and her twin sister, Daisy. It was simple. Solid. Unshakable.\n\nThen, it shattered.\n\nA few weeks later, she was with him. Shev. The guy with the guitar and the easy smile. And now, thanks to some cosmic joke, you’re all packed into the same tiny cabin for the freshman retreat. You have to watch him hold the hand you never got to. You have to hear him whisper to her in the dark.\n\nShe looks at you sometimes, when she thinks no one will notice. It’s the same look she had when she rejected you, full of a guilty, painful kind of care. She misses you, Daisy says. 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Angel, con la cabeza perfectamente apoyada en el hueco del hombro de Shev, su brazo extendido alrededor de ella. Él murmuró algo, con los labios cerca de su oído, y la forma en que su cuerpo se sacudía con una risita suave e íntima. El estuche de la guitarra de Shev estaba apoyado de forma protectora entre sus rodillas, como un escudo.\n\nUn empujón agudo y juguetón en tus costillas interrumpió la vista. \"Oye\". La voz de Daisy era un susurro bajo y conspirador a tu lado. Siguió tu línea de visión y puso los ojos en blanco. \"Anímate. Eres mucho más divertida que ese marica con la guitarra. En serio. Cuando lleguemos allí, nos desharemos de este autobús maldito y veremos si esa agua es realmente cristalina o si el conductor está lleno de mierda\".\n\nLa cabaña era, ciertamente, impresionante. Era todo madera rica y expuesta y grandes ventanales que daban a un dosel verde, con una franja de brillante océano azul visible en la distancia. El aire olía a sal y pino. También era devastadoramente pequeña para cuatro personas con mucha historia.\n\nEl silencio que se instaló cuando todos entraron fue denso y pesado, roto solo por el crujido de las bolsas y el golpe de las maletas al ser colocadas en el suelo de madera. Shev reclamó una litera de esquina con una eficiencia silenciosa, desempacando su ropa con una pulcritud enfocada que se sentía como una reivindicación territorial. Angel se cernía cerca de la otra cama, colocando cuidadosamente su bolsa de lona de gran tamaño. Sus movimientos eran vacilantes, sus ojos se movían, solo por una fracción de segundo, hacia ti antes de apartarse. Se ajustó las gafas grandes y redondas, un tic nervioso que conocías muy bien.\n\nDaisy, después de dejar caer dramáticamente su maleta rosa neón en medio de la habitación, dejó escapar un suspiro exagerado, con las manos en las caderas. Escaneó la habitación, su mirada rebotando desde la inquietud ansiosa de Angel hasta la indiferencia deliberada de Shev.\n\n\"Así que... chicos\", anunció, su voz cortando el opresivo silencio como un cuchillo. \"Es un poco incómodo aquí, ¿eh? Parece que alguien murió\". Juntó las manos, el sonido hizo que Angel saltara ligeramente. \"¡Anímense, todos! Seamos adultos. O al menos, finjamos serlo durante cinco minutos. Digo que desempacamos el equipaje emocional más tarde y desempacamos las bebidas reales ahora. ¿Qué piensan? Pagamos por la parte de todo incluido\".","short_description":"La historia comienza en un autobús que se dirige a la cala de Insae, donde la narradora, Daisy, Angel y Shev van a pasar un fin de semana. El viaje en autobús es incómodo y la narradora observa el comportamiento íntimo de Angel y Shev. Daisy, al notar la reacción de la narradora, sugiere que abandonen el autobús y echen un vistazo a la playa. Al llegar a la cabaña, el ambiente es tenso debido a la historia entre los cuatro. Shev reclama una litera, Angel está ansiosa y Daisy rompe el silencio, sugiriendo que desempacan las bebidas primero para aligerar el ambiente.","title":"1"},"fr":{"first_chat_content":"Le bus tanguait et se balançait, sa suspension usée gémissant en signe de protestation à chaque nid-de-poule sur la route. Des particules de poussière dansaient dans les rayons du soleil de l'après-midi qui traversaient les fenêtres. À l'avant, la voix trop enthousiaste du chauffeur crépitait à travers les haut-parleurs bon marché. \"Mesdames et messieurs, bienvenue à Insae's Cove ! Votre chez-vous pour le week-end ! Nous avons des cabanes privées nichées dans la palmeraie, une forêt immaculée pour la randonnée, et je vous le jure, une plage avec une eau si claire que vous pouvez compter les orteils des poissons !\" \n\nSon discours s'estompa en bruit de fond. rifted quelques rangées devant. Ils étaient là. Angel, la tête parfaitement nichée dans le creux de l'épaule de Shev, son bras enroulé autour d'elle. Il murmura quelque chose, ses lèvres près de son oreille, et la façon dont son corps tremblait d'un rire doux et intime. L'étui de guitare de Shev était posé de manière protectrice entre ses genoux, comme un bouclier.\n\nUne pichenette vive et enjouée dans vos côtes brisa la vue. \"Hé.\" La voix de Daisy était un murmure bas et conspirateur à côté de vous. Elle suivit votre ligne de mire et leva les yeux au ciel. \"Du courage. Tu es beaucoup plus drôle que ce brindille avec la six cordes. Sérieusement. Quand nous arriverons là-bas, nous abandonnerons ce bus maudit et verrons si l'eau est vraiment limpide ou si le chauffeur raconte des conneries.\"\n\nLa cabane était, il faut l'avouer, magnifique. C'était tout en bois riche et apparent et de grandes fenêtres qui donnaient sur une canopée de verdure, avec une tranche d'océan bleu brillant visible au loin. L'air sentait le sel et le pin. C'était aussi terriblement petit pour quatre personnes avec beaucoup d'histoire.\n\nLe silence qui s'installa alors qu'ils entraient tous était épais et lourd, rompu seulement par le bruissement des sacs et le bruit sourd des valises posées sur le sol en bois. Shev s'empara d'un lit superposé d'angle avec une efficacité silencieuse, déballant ses vêtements avec une propreté ciblée qui ressemblait à une revendication territoriale. Angel plana près de l'autre lit, posant soigneusement son sac de sport surdimensionné. Ses mouvements étaient hésitants, ses yeux se déplaçant, juste une fraction de seconde, vers vous avant de s'écarter. Elle ajusta ses grosses lunettes rondes, un tic nerveux que vous connaissiez trop bien.\n\nDaisy, après avoir laissé tomber sa valise rose fluo de façon spectaculaire au milieu de la pièce, laissa échapper un soupir exagéré, les mains plantées sur les hanches. Elle balaya la pièce du regard, son regard rebondissant de l'agitation anxieuse d'Angel à l'oubli délibéré de Shev.\n\n\"Alors... les gars,\" annonça-t-elle, sa voix tranchant le silence oppressant comme un couteau. \"C'est un peu bizarre ici, hein ? On dirait que quelqu'un est mort.\" Elle frappa dans ses mains, le son faisant légèrement sursauter Angel. \"Du courage, tout le monde ! Soyons adultes. Ou du moins, faisons semblant de l'être pendant cinq minutes. Je dis qu'on déballe les bagages émotionnels plus tard et qu'on déballe les vraies boissons maintenant. Qu'en pensez-vous ? On a payé pour la partie tout compris.\"","short_description":"L'histoire commence dans un bus en direction de la crique d'Insae, où la narratrice, Daisy, Angel et Shev partent pour un week-end. Le trajet en bus est inconfortable et la narratrice observe le comportement intime d'Angel et Shev. Daisy, remarquant la réaction de la narratrice, suggère qu'ils abandonnent le bus et aillent voir la plage. En arrivant à la cabane, l'atmosphère est tendue en raison de l'histoire entre les quatre. Shev réclame une couchette, Angel est anxieuse et Daisy brise le silence, suggérant qu'ils déballent d'abord les boissons pour détendre l'atmosphère.","title":"1"},"ja":{"first_chat_content":"バスは揺れ動き、その使い古されたサスペンションは、道路のすべての穴に抗議するようにうめき声を上げていた。窓から差し込む午後の太陽の光の中で、埃が舞っていた。前の方では、熱心すぎる運転手の声が安物のスピーカーから聞こえてきた。「皆さん、インセの入り江へようこそ！週末の我が家へ！ヤシの木の茂みに囲まれたプライベートキャビン、ハイキングに最適な手つかずの森、そして、魚のつま先まで数えられるほど澄んだ水のあるビーチがあることを誓います！」\n\n彼の話は背景ノイズに消えていった。数列前で、視線が逸れた。そこにいた。エンジェルは、シェブの肩のくぼみに頭をぴったりと寄り添わせ、彼の腕は彼女の肩にかけられていた。彼は何かをささやき、唇を彼女の耳に近づけ、彼女の体が柔らかく親密な笑い声で震えていた。シェブのギターケースは、盾のように、彼の膝の間に守るように立てかけられていた。\n\n鋭く、遊び心のある肘打ちがあなたの肋骨を突いた。「やあ。」デイジーの声は、あなたの隣で低く、秘密めいたささやきだった。彼女はあなたの視線を追い、目を丸くした。「元気出して。あなたは、あの六弦のツンデレよりもずっと面白いわ。マジで。着いたら、この忌々しいバスを捨てて、あの水が本当に透き通っているのか、それとも運転手が嘘をついているのか確かめましょう。」\n\nキャビンは、確かに見事だった。すべてが豊かでむき出しの木材でできており、緑の天蓋を見渡せる大きな窓があり、遠くには鮮やかな青い海の切れ端が見えていた。空気は塩と松の匂いがした。また、多くの歴史を持つ4人にとっては、絶望的に小さかった。\n\n彼ら全員が入っていくと、静寂が厚く重く漂い、バッグのざわめきと、木製の床に置かれるスーツケースの音だけが聞こえた。シェブは静かに効率的に隅の二段ベッドを確保し、彼の服を領土主張のように感じられるほど、集中してきれいに荷解きをした。エンジェルはもう一方のベッドの近くをうろうろと歩き、彼女の特大のダッフルバッグを慎重に置いた。彼女の動きはためらいがちで、彼女の目は一瞬だけあなたの方にちらりと向かい、それから逸らされた。彼女は大きな丸い眼鏡を調整し、あなたがよく知っている神経質な癖だった。デイジーは、ネオンピンクのスーツケースを部屋の真ん中にドラマチックに落とした後、大げさなため息をつき、両手を腰に当てた。彼女は部屋を見渡し、エンジェルの不安なそわそわからシェブの意図的な無関心まで、視線を跳ね返らせた。\n\n「それで…みんな」と彼女は宣言し、彼女の声はナイフのように抑圧的な静けさを切り裂いた。「ここ、ちょっと気まずいよね？誰か死んだみたい。」彼女は手を叩き合わせ、その音にエンジェルは少し飛び上がった。「元気出して、みんな！大人になりましょう。または少なくとも、5分間はふりをしましょう。私は、後で感情的な荷物を解き、今、本物の飲み物を解くと言います。どう思う？私たちはオールインクルーシブの部分にお金を払ったんだから。」","short_description":"物語は、語り手のデイジー、エンジェル、シェブが週末を過ごすために向かうインセの入り江行きのバスから始まります。バスの旅は不快で、語り手はエンジェルとシェブの親密な行動を観察します。デイジーは語り手の反応に気づき、バスを降りてビーチを見に行こうと提案します。キャビンに到着すると、4人の間の歴史のために雰囲気が張り詰めます。シェブは二段ベッドを主張し、エンジェルは不安になり、デイジーは雰囲気を明るくするために最初に飲み物を開けようと提案して沈黙を破ります。","title":"1"},"ko":{"first_chat_content":"버스는 흔들리고 흔들리며 낡은 서스펜션이 도로의 모든 구덩이에 항의하며 끙끙거렸다. 먼지 덩어리가 창문을 통과하는 오후 햇살의 기울기 속에서 춤을 췄다. 앞쪽에서는 지나치게 열정적인 운전사의 목소리가 싸구려 스피커를 통해 찢어졌다. \"여러분, 인세의 코브에 오신 것을 환영합니다! 주말 동안 여러분의 집입니다! 야자수 숲에 자리 잡은 개인용 캐빈, 하이킹을 위한 깨끗한 숲, 그리고 물이 너무 맑아서 물고기 발가락을 셀 수 있다고 맹세합니다!\" 그의 연설은 배경 소음으로 사라졌다. 몇 줄 앞에서 갈라졌다. 그들이 있었다. 셰브의 어깨 굴곡에 완벽하게 자리 잡은 안젤, 그의 팔이 그녀를 감싸고 있었다. 그는 무언가를 중얼거렸고, 그의 입술은 그녀의 귀에 가까이 있었고, 그녀의 몸이 부드럽고 친밀한 웃음으로 흔들리는 방식이었다. 셰브의 기타 케이스는 방패처럼 그의 무릎 사이에 보호적으로 받쳐져 있었다. 당신의 갈비뼈에 날카롭고 장난스러운 잽이 시야를 깨뜨렸다. \"안녕.\" 데이지의 목소리는 당신 옆에서 낮고 음모적인 속삭임이었다. 그녀는 당신의 시선을 따라 눈을 굴렸다. \"기운 내. 당신은 그 여섯 줄의 트윙키보다 훨씬 더 재미있어요. 진심이에요. 우리가 거기에 도착하면 이 망할 버스를 버리고 그 물이 실제로 수정처럼 맑은지 아니면 운전사가 헛소리를 하는지 볼 거예요.\" 캐빈은 인정하건대 놀랍습니다. 그것은 모두 풍부하고 노출된 나무와 녹색 캐노피를 내다보는 큰 창문으로, 멀리서 눈에 보이는 눈부신 푸른 바다 조각이 있었습니다. 공기에서는 소금과 소나무 냄새가 났습니다. 또한 많은 역사를 가진 네 사람에게는 엄청나게 작았습니다. 그들이 모두 들어서면서 정착된 침묵은 두껍고 무거웠고, 가방의 바스락거림과 나무 바닥에 놓인 여행 가방의 쿵 소리만으로 깨졌습니다. 셰브는 조용한 효율성으로 구석 침대를 차지하여 영토적 주장의 느낌이 드는 집중된 깔끔함으로 옷을 풀었습니다. 안젤은 다른 침대 근처에 맴돌며, 그녀의 큰 듀플백을 조심스럽게 내려놓았습니다. 그녀의 움직임은 망설였고, 그녀의 눈은 당신을 향해 잠시, 잠시 동안 쏘아본 다음 휙 돌았습니다. 그녀는 큰 둥근 안경을 고쳤고, 당신이 너무 잘 아는 신경질적인 틱이었습니다. 데이지는 방 한가운데에 네온 핑크색 여행 가방을 극적으로 떨어뜨린 후 과장된 한숨을 내쉬며 손을 엉덩이에 얹었습니다. 그녀는 방을 스캔하며 안젤의 불안한 안절부절 못함에서 셰브의 의도적인 무관심으로 시선을 돌렸습니다. \"그래서... 얘들아,\" 그녀는 그녀의 목소리가 칼처럼 억압적인 침묵을 뚫고 발표했습니다. \"여기 좀 어색하지, 그렇지? 마치 누군가 죽은 것 같아.\" 그녀는 손뼉을 쳤고, 그 소리에 안젤이 약간 뛰었습니다. \"기운 내, 얘들아! 어른이 되자. 아니면 적어도 5분 동안 그런 척이라도 하자. 감정적 짐을 나중에 풀고 진짜 음료를 지금 풀자고 말합니다. 어떻게 생각하세요? 우리는 올인클루시브 부분을 지불했습니다.\"","short_description":"이야기는 화자가 데이지, 엔젤, 셰브와 함께 주말을 보내기 위해 가는 인새 만으로 향하는 버스에서 시작됩니다. 버스 안은 불편하고, 화자는 엔젤과 셰브의 친밀한 행동을 관찰합니다. 데이지는 화자의 반응을 알아차리고 버스를 버리고 해변을 구경하라고 제안합니다. 오두막에 도착하자 넷 사이의 역사 때문에 분위기는 긴장됩니다. 셰브는 벙크를 차지하고, 엔젤은 불안해하며, 데이지는 분위기를 풀기 위해 먼저 음료를 풀자고 제안하며 침묵을 깹니다.","title":"1"},"pt":{"first_chat_content":"O ônibus sacudia e balançava, sua suspensão desgastada gemendo em protesto a cada buraco na estrada. Motes de poeira dançavam nos raios de sol da tarde cortando as janelas. Na frente, a voz excessivamente entusiasta do motorista crepitava pelos alto-falantes baratos. \"Pessoal, bem-vindos à Enseada de Insae! Seu lar para o fim de semana! Temos cabanas privativas aninhadas no bosque de palmeiras, uma floresta intocada para caminhadas e, juro por vocês, uma praia com água tão clara que dá para contar os dedos dos peixinhos!\" \n\nSeu discurso se dissolveu em ruído de fundo. Avistou algumas fileiras à frente. Lá estavam eles. Angel, com a cabeça aninhada perfeitamente na curva do ombro de Shev, seu braço estendido ao redor dela. Ele murmurou algo, seus lábios perto do ouvido dela, e a maneira como seu corpo tremia com uma risada suave e íntima. A capa da guitarra de Shev estava apoiada protetoramente entre seus joelhos, como um escudo.\n\nUm empurrão afiado e brincalhão em suas costelas quebrou a visão. \"Ei.\" A voz de Daisy era um sussurro baixo e conspiratório ao seu lado. Ela seguiu sua linha de visão e revirou os olhos. \"Anime-se. Você é muito mais engraçado do que aquele mauricinho com a guitarra. Sério. Quando chegarmos lá, vamos abandonar este ônibus amaldiçoado e ver se aquela água é realmente cristalina ou se o motorista está mentindo.\"\n\nA cabana era, admitidamente, deslumbrante. Era tudo madeira rica e exposta e janelas grandes que davam para uma copa verde, com uma fenda de oceano azul brilhante visível à distância. O ar cheirava a sal e pinho. Também era terrivelmente pequena para quatro pessoas com muita história.\n\nO silêncio que se instalou quando todos entraram foi espesso e pesado, quebrado apenas pelo farfalhar das malas e o baque das malas sendo colocadas no chão de madeira. Shev reivindicou um beliche de canto com uma eficiência silenciosa, desempacotando suas roupas com uma organização focada que parecia uma reivindicação territorial. Angel pairava perto da outra cama, colocando cuidadosamente sua mala grande. Seus movimentos eram hesitantes, seus olhos se movendo, apenas por uma fração de segundo, em sua direção antes de desviar. Ela ajustou seus óculos grandes e redondos, um tique nervoso que você conhecia muito bem.\n\nDaisy, depois de deixar cair dramaticamente sua mala rosa neon no meio da sala, soltou um suspiro exagerado, as mãos plantadas nos quadris. Ela examinou a sala, seu olhar saltando da inquietação ansiosa de Angel para a indiferença deliberada de Shev.\n\n\"Então... pessoal\", ela anunciou, sua voz cortando o silêncio opressor como uma faca. \"Está meio estranho aqui dentro, hein? Parece que alguém morreu.\" Ela juntou as mãos, o som fazendo Angel pular ligeiramente. \"Anime-se, pessoal! Vamos ser adultos. Ou pelo menos, fingir ser por cinco minutos. Eu digo que desempacotamos a bagagem emocional mais tarde e desempacotamos as bebidas de verdade agora. O que vocês acham? Nós pagamos pela parte com tudo incluído.\"","short_description":"A história começa em um ônibus a caminho da Enseada de Insae, onde a narradora, Daisy, Angel e Shev estão indo passar um fim de semana. A viagem de ônibus é desconfortável, e a narradora observa o comportamento íntimo de Angel e Shev. Daisy, notando a reação da narradora, sugere que eles abandonem o ônibus e deem uma olhada na praia. Ao chegar na cabana, a atmosfera está tensa devido à história entre os quatro. Shev reivindica uma beliche, Angel está ansiosa, e Daisy quebra o silêncio, sugerindo que eles desembalem as bebidas primeiro para aliviar o clima.","title":"1"},"zh-hans":{"first_chat_content":"巴士颠簸摇晃着，每经过一个坑洼，磨损的悬挂系统都发出抗议的呻吟声。午后的阳光透过窗户斜射进来，尘埃在光束中飞舞。前面，司机过于热情的嗓音透过廉价的扬声器嘶哑地传来。“各位，欢迎来到英赛湾！你们周末的家！我们有隐藏在棕榈林中的私人小屋，一片原始森林供徒步，我向你们保证，还有一片海滩，海水清澈得能数清鱼儿的脚趾！”\n\n他的话语渐渐消失在背景噪音中。前面几排。他们就在那里。安吉尔，她的头完美地依偎在谢夫的肩膀上，他的手臂搭在她的肩上。他低语着什么，嘴唇靠近她的耳朵，她身体因一阵轻柔而亲密的咯咯笑而颤抖。谢夫的吉他盒像盾牌一样小心地支在他两腿之间。\n\n一阵尖锐而顽皮的肘击打断了你的视线。“嘿。”黛西的声音在你耳边低沉而神秘地响起。她顺着你的目光看去，翻了个白眼。“振作起来。你比那个弹六弦吉他的小鲜肉有趣多了。说真的。等我们到了，我们就把这辆该死的破巴士扔掉，看看那水是不是真的像水晶一样清澈，还是司机在吹牛。”\n\n不得不承认，小屋很漂亮。到处都是质朴的裸露木材和大窗户，窗外是绿色的树冠，远处隐约可见一片蔚蓝的海洋。空气中弥漫着盐和松树的味道。对于四个有着许多过往的人来说，这里也小得令人心碎。\n\n当他们 all 走进来的寂静浓重而沉重，只被袋子的沙沙声和行李箱被放在木地板上的砰砰声打破。谢夫安静而高效地占据了一个角落的铺位，有条不紊地整理着衣服，那份专注的整洁感就像一种领地宣告。安吉尔在另一张床边徘徊，小心翼翼地放下她那只超大的旅行袋。她的动作犹豫，目光飞快地，只是一瞬间，朝你瞥去，然后又移开。她调整了一下她那副大大的圆眼镜，一个你再熟悉不过的紧张小动作。\n\n黛西，戏剧性地把她的霓虹粉色行李箱扔在房间中央后，发出一声夸张的叹息，双手叉腰。她扫视着房间，目光在安吉尔焦虑的坐立不安和谢夫故作的漠不关心之间来回跳跃。\n\n“所以……大家，”她宣布道，她的声音像刀子一样划破了压抑的寂静。“这里有点尴尬，嗯？感觉就像有人死了。”她拍了拍手，发出的声音让安吉尔微微一惊。“振作起来，各位！让我们像个成年人。或者至少，假装五分钟。我说，我们晚点再处理情感包袱，现在先把真正的酒拿出来。你们觉得呢？我们可是付了全包的钱的。”","short_description":"故事开始于一辆前往Insae's Cove的巴士上，叙述者Daisy、Angel和Shev正要去那里度过一个周末。巴士上的旅程很不舒服，叙述者注意到了Angel和Shev亲密的举动。Daisy注意到了叙述者的反应，提议她们下车去海滩看看。到达小屋后，由于四人之间的过往，气氛变得紧张。Shev声称要睡一个铺位，Angel显得很焦虑，Daisy打破了沉默，提议先打开饮料来缓和气氛。","title":"1"},"zh-hant":{"first_chat_content":"巴士顛簸搖晃，它那磨損的懸掛系統在道路上的每一個坑洞中都發出抗議的呻吟。塵埃在穿過窗戶的午後陽光斜射中飛舞。在前面，過於熱情的司機的聲音透過廉價的揚聲器發出噼啪聲。「各位，歡迎來到Insae's Cove！您週末的家！我們有隱藏在棕櫚樹林中的私人小屋，一片原始森林供您徒步旅行，而且我向您保證，有一個海灘，水清澈到您可以數出小魚的腳趾！」\n\n他的演講逐漸消失在背景噪音中。幾排前面出現了裂痕。他們就在那裡。安吉爾，她的頭完美地依偎在謝夫的肩膀彎曲處，他的手臂搭在她的身上。他低聲說了些什麼，嘴唇靠近她的耳朵，她的身體因溫柔、親密的咯咯笑聲而顫抖。謝夫的吉他盒被保護性地支撐在他的膝蓋之間，就像一面盾牌。\n\n一陣尖銳、嬉戲的輕推打破了你的視線。「嘿。」黛西的聲音在你身邊低聲說，帶著陰謀的味道。她順著你的視線，翻了個白眼。「抬頭。你比那個拿著六弦琴的傢伙有趣多了。說真的。當我們到達那裡時，我們會拋棄這輛被上帝遺棄的巴士，看看那水是否真的清澈見底，或者司機是否在胡說八道。」\n\n小屋，不可否認，令人驚嘆。它全是豐富的裸露木材和大窗戶，可以俯瞰一片綠色樹冠，遠處可以看到一片閃耀的藍色海洋。空氣中瀰漫著鹽和松樹的味道。對於四個有著很多歷史的人來說，它也小得令人震驚。\n\n當他們都走進去時，沉寂下來，厚重而沉重，只有袋子的沙沙聲和手提箱放在木地板上的砰砰聲打破了沉寂。謝夫以一種安靜的效率佔據了一個角落的雙層床，以一種專注的整潔方式打開他的衣服，感覺就像是一種領土主張。安吉爾徘徊在另一張床附近，小心地放下她超大的行李袋。她的動作猶豫不決，她的眼睛閃爍著，只是在短短的一秒鐘內，朝你瞥了一眼，然後移開。她調整了一下她的大圓眼鏡，這是一種你再熟悉不過的緊張抽搐。\n\n黛西在戲劇性地把她霓虹粉紅色的手提箱扔在房間中間後，發出一聲誇張的嘆息，雙手放在臀部。她掃視著房間，目光從安吉爾焦慮不安的擺弄到謝夫故意的漠不關心。\n\n「所以……夥計們，」她宣布，她的聲音像一把刀一樣穿透壓抑的寂靜。「這裡有點尷尬，嗯？感覺好像有人死了。」她拍了拍手，發出聲音，讓安吉爾輕微地跳了一下。「抬頭，大家！讓我們做大人。或者至少，假裝五分鐘。我說我們稍後再打開情感包袱，現在就打開真正的飲料。你們覺得怎麼樣？我們確實付了全包的費用。」","short_description":"故事開始於一輛前往Insae's Cove的巴士，敘述者黛西、安琪兒和謝夫要去那裡度過週末。巴士之旅很不舒服，敘述者觀察到安琪兒和謝夫的親密行為。黛西注意到敘述者的反應，建議他們放棄巴士，去海灘看看。抵達小屋後，由於四人之間的歷史，氣氛變得緊張。謝夫聲稱佔據一個床位，安琪兒很焦慮，黛西打破沉默，建議他們先打開飲料來緩和氣氛。","title":"1"}},"has_creator_widget":false,"has_dice":false,"is_chat_shareable":1,"is_nsfw":0,"sort_order":0,"title_image_url":"","visibility":0,"world_scenario_id":-1},{"details":{"first_chat_content":"The bus jostled and swayed, its worn suspension groaning in protest with every pothole on the road. Dust motes danced in the slants of afternoon sun cutting through the windows. Up front, the overly enthusiastic driver’s voice crackled through the cheap speakers. \"Folks, welcome to Insae's Cove! Your home for the weekend! We got private cabins nestled in the palm grove, a pristine forest for hiking, and I swear to you, a beach with water so clear you can count the fishies toes!\"\n\nHis speech faded into background noise. rifted a few rows ahead. There they were. Angel, her head nestled perfectly in the crook of Shev’s shoulder, his arm draped around her. He murmured something, his lips close to her ear, and the way her body shook with a soft, intimate giggle. Shev’s guitar case was propped protectively between his knees, like a shield.\n\nA sharp, playful nudge to your ribs broke the view. \"Hey.\" Daisy’s voice was a low, conspiratorial whisper beside you. She followed your line of sight and rolled her eyes. \"Chin up. You're a lot funnier than that twink with the six-string. Seriously. When we get there, we're ditching this god forsaken bus and seeing if that water is actually crystal clear or if the driver’s full of shit.\"\n\nThe cabin was, admittedly, stunning. It was all rich, exposed wood and large windows that looked out onto a canopy of green, with a sliver of brilliant blue ocean visible in the distance.\n\nDaisy dropped her oversized duffel bag onto one of the couches with a grunt, immediately unzipping it. A pile of colorful clothes and a faint smell of coconut sunscreen spilled out. \"Okay, so,\" she began, rummaging through her bag without looking up, \"Angel texted. Said her and Shev are gonna grab some snacks from the main lodge before coming to unpack. So I guess it's just us for a while.\" She finally pulled out a tiny, vibrant piece of red fabric, holding it up with a triumphant grin. \"See? Told you my new bikini slays.\"\n\nShe tossed it onto the couch and put her hands on her hips, surveying you. \"So, what's the move? Do we christen this place by getting absolutely wasted? Do we go hit that beach so I can debut this masterpiece? Or...\" she gestured to the couches and the serene view, \"do we just chill here for a bit and decompress from that hellish bus ride? Your call.\"","ignore_auto_translate":["en"],"medias":[],"origin_lang":"en","short_description":"The narrator and Daisy are on a bus to Insae's Cove, a coastal destination. The narrator observes Angel and Shev, a couple, on the bus. Daisy, noticing the narrator's gaze, suggests they ignore the couple and explore the area. They arrive at a beautiful cabin. Angel and Shev are getting snacks, leaving Daisy and the narrator alone. Daisy is deciding what to do first: get wasted, go to the beach, or relax in the cabin.","structured_content":[{"parts":[{"text":"The bus jostled and swayed, its worn suspension groaning in protest with every pothole on the road. Dust motes danced in the slants of afternoon sun cutting through the windows. 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Dust motes danced in the slants of afternoon sun cutting through the windows. Up front, the overly enthusiastic driver’s voice crackled through the cheap speakers. \"Folks, welcome to Insae's Cove! Your home for the weekend! We got private cabins nestled in the palm grove, a pristine forest for hiking, and I swear to you, a beach with water so clear you can count the fishies toes!\"\n\nHis speech faded into background noise. rifted a few rows ahead. There they were. Angel, her head nestled perfectly in the crook of Shev’s shoulder, his arm draped around her. He murmured something, his lips close to her ear, and the way her body shook with a soft, intimate giggle. Shev’s guitar case was propped protectively between his knees, like a shield.\n\nA sharp, playful nudge to your ribs broke the view. \"Hey.\" Daisy’s voice was a low, conspiratorial whisper beside you. She followed your line of sight and rolled her eyes. \"Chin up. You're a lot funnier than that twink with the six-string. Seriously. When we get there, we're ditching this god forsaken bus and seeing if that water is actually crystal clear or if the driver’s full of shit.\"\n\nThe cabin was, admittedly, stunning. It was all rich, exposed wood and large windows that looked out onto a canopy of green, with a sliver of brilliant blue ocean visible in the distance.\n\nDaisy dropped her oversized duffel bag onto one of the couches with a grunt, immediately unzipping it. A pile of colorful clothes and a faint smell of coconut sunscreen spilled out. \"Okay, so,\" she began, rummaging through her bag without looking up, \"Angel texted. Said her and Shev are gonna grab some snacks from the main lodge before coming to unpack. So I guess it's just us for a while.\" She finally pulled out a tiny, vibrant piece of red fabric, holding it up with a triumphant grin. \"See? Told you my new bikini slays.\"\n\nShe tossed it onto the couch and put her hands on her hips, surveying you. \"So, what's the move? 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Motas de polvo danzaban en los rayos del sol de la tarde que se filtraban por las ventanas. Al frente, la voz demasiado entusiasta del conductor crepitaba a través de los altavoces baratos. \"¡Gente, bienvenidos a la Caleta de Insae! ¡Su hogar para el fin de semana! Tenemos cabañas privadas enclavadas en la arboleda de palmeras, un bosque prístino para hacer senderismo y, les juro, ¡una playa con agua tan clara que pueden contar los dedos de los peces!\" \n\nSu discurso se desvaneció en el ruido de fondo. Miraste a unas filas adelante. Ahí estaban. Angel, con la cabeza perfectamente apoyada en el hueco del hombro de Shev, su brazo extendido alrededor de ella. Él murmuró algo, con los labios cerca de su oído, y la forma en que su cuerpo se sacudía con una risita suave e íntima. El estuche de la guitarra de Shev estaba apoyado de forma protectora entre sus rodillas, como un escudo. \n\nUn empujón agudo y juguetón en tus costillas interrumpió la vista. \"Oye\". La voz de Daisy era un susurro bajo y conspirador a tu lado. Siguió tu línea de visión y puso los ojos en blanco. \"Anímate. Eres mucho más divertida que ese marica con la guitarra. En serio. Cuando lleguemos allí, nos desharemos de este autobús maldito y veremos si esa agua es realmente cristalina o si el conductor está mintiendo\". \n\nLa cabaña era, ciertamente, impresionante. Era todo madera rica y expuesta y grandes ventanales que daban a un dosel verde, con una franja de brillante océano azul visible en la distancia. \n\nDaisy dejó caer su bolsa de lona de gran tamaño sobre uno de los sofás con un gruñido, inmediatamente la abrió. Un montón de ropa colorida y un ligero olor a protector solar de coco se derramaron. \"Vale, entonces\", comenzó, rebuscando en su bolso sin levantar la vista, \"Angel envió un mensaje de texto. Dijo que ella y Shev van a tomar algunos bocadillos del albergue principal antes de venir a desempacar. Así que supongo que solo somos nosotras por un tiempo\". Finalmente sacó una pequeña y vibrante pieza de tela roja, sosteniéndola con una sonrisa triunfante. \"¿Ves? Te dije que mi nuevo bikini arrasa\". \n\nLo arrojó sobre el sofá y se puso las manos en las caderas, inspeccionándote. \"Entonces, ¿cuál es el plan? ¿Vamos a bautizar este lugar emborrachándonos por completo? ¿Vamos a ir a esa playa para que pueda estrenar esta obra maestra? O...\" gesticuló hacia los sofás y la serena vista, \"¿simplemente nos relajamos aquí un rato y descomprimimos de ese infernal viaje en autobús? Tú decides\". ","short_description":"El narrador y Daisy están en un autobús hacia la cala de Insae, un destino costero. El narrador observa a Angel y Shev, una pareja, en el autobús. Daisy, al notar la mirada del narrador, sugiere que ignoren a la pareja y exploren la zona. Llegan a una hermosa cabaña. Angel y Shev están comprando bocadillos, dejando a Daisy y al narrador solos. Daisy está decidiendo qué hacer primero: emborracharse, ir a la playa o relajarse en la cabaña.","title":"Solo con daysi"},"fr":{"first_chat_content":"Le bus tanguait et se balançait, sa suspension usée gémissant en signe de protestation à chaque nid-de-poule sur la route. Des particules de poussière dansaient dans les rayons du soleil de l'après-midi qui traversaient les fenêtres. À l'avant, la voix trop enthousiaste du chauffeur crépitait à travers les haut-parleurs bon marché. \"Mesdames et messieurs, bienvenue à Insae's Cove ! Votre chez-vous pour le week-end ! Nous avons des cabanes privées nichées dans la palmeraie, une forêt immaculée pour la randonnée, et je vous le jure, une plage avec une eau si claire que vous pouvez compter les orteils des poissons !\" \n\nSon discours s'estompa en bruit de fond. J'ai jeté un coup d'œil à quelques rangées devant. Ils étaient là. Angel, la tête parfaitement nichée dans le creux de l'épaule de Shev, son bras enroulé autour d'elle. Il murmura quelque chose, ses lèvres près de son oreille, et la façon dont son corps tremblait d'un rire doux et intime. L'étui de guitare de Shev était posé de manière protectrice entre ses genoux, comme un bouclier. \n\nUne pichenette vive et enjouée dans vos côtes interrompit la vue. \"Hé.\" La voix de Daisy était un murmure bas et conspirateur à côté de vous. Elle suivit votre ligne de mire et leva les yeux au ciel. \"Du courage. Tu es beaucoup plus drôle que ce petit pédé avec la six cordes. Sérieusement. Quand on arrivera là-bas, on laissera tomber ce bus maudit et on verra si l'eau est vraiment limpide ou si le chauffeur raconte des conneries.\" \n\nLa cabane était, il faut l'admettre, magnifique. C'était tout en bois apparent riche et en grandes fenêtres qui donnaient sur une canopée de verdure, avec une fine tranche d'océan bleu brillant visible au loin. \n\nDaisy laissa tomber son sac de sport surdimensionné sur l'un des canapés avec un grognement, le dézippant immédiatement. Une pile de vêtements colorés et une légère odeur de crème solaire à la noix de coco se répandirent. \"Ok, alors,\" commença-t-elle, fouillant dans son sac sans lever les yeux, \"Angel a envoyé un texto. Elle a dit qu'elle et Shev allaient prendre des collations au pavillon principal avant de venir déballer. Donc, je suppose que nous sommes seuls pendant un moment.\" Elle sortit finalement un petit morceau de tissu rouge vif, le tenant avec un sourire triomphant. \"Tu vois ? Je t'avais dit que mon nouveau bikini tue.\" \n\nElle le jeta sur le canapé et posa ses mains sur ses hanches, vous observant. \"Alors, quelle est la prochaine étape ? Est-ce qu'on baptise cet endroit en se mettant complètement bourré ? Est-ce qu'on va sur cette plage pour que je puisse faire mes débuts avec ce chef-d'œuvre ? Ou...\" elle fit un geste vers les canapés et la vue sereine, \"est-ce qu'on se détend juste ici pendant un moment et on décompresse de ce trajet en bus infernal ? À toi de choisir.\"","short_description":"Le narrateur et Daisy sont dans un bus en direction de la crique d'Insae, une destination côtière. Le narrateur observe Angel et Shev, un couple, dans le bus. Daisy, remarquant le regard du narrateur, suggère d'ignorer le couple et d'explorer la région. Ils arrivent à une belle cabane. Angel et Shev vont chercher des collations, laissant Daisy et le narrateur seuls. Daisy décide de ce qu'elle va faire en premier : se saouler, aller à la plage ou se détendre dans la cabane.","title":"Seul avec Daysi"},"ja":{"first_chat_content":"バスは揺れ動き、その使い古されたサスペンションは、道の穴ぼこごとに抗議するようにうめき声をあげていた。窓から差し込む午後の日差しの中で、埃が舞っていた。前の方では、熱心すぎる運転手の声が安物のスピーカーから聞こえてきた。「皆さん、インセの入り江へようこそ！週末の我が家へ！ヤシの木立に囲まれたプライベートキャビン、ハイキングに最適な手つかずの森、そして、魚のつま先まで数えられるほど澄んだビーチがあることをお約束します！」\n\n彼の話は背景ノイズに消えていった。数列前で視線が逸れた。そこにいた。エンジェルはシェブの肩のくぼみに頭をぴったりと寄せ、彼の腕は彼女を抱きしめていた。彼は何かをささやき、唇を彼女の耳に近づけ、彼女の体が柔らかく親密な笑い声で震えていた。シェブのギターケースは、盾のように彼の膝の間に守るように立てかけられていた。\n\n鋭く、遊び心のある肘打ちがあなたの肋骨を突いた。「ねえ。」デイジーの声は、あなたの隣で低く、秘密めいたささやきだった。彼女はあなたの視線を追い、目を丸くした。「元気出して。あなたはあの六弦ギターの小僧よりずっと面白いわ。マジで。着いたら、この忌々しいバスを捨てて、あの水が本当に透き通っているのか、それとも運転手が嘘をついているのか確かめましょう。」\n\nキャビンは、確かに見事だった。すべてが豊かでむき出しの木材で、大きな窓からは緑のキャノピーが見え、遠くには鮮やかな青い海の切れ端が見えた。\n\nデイジーは、大きなダッフルバッグをソファの上に落とし、うめき声をあげ、すぐにジッパーを開けた。カラフルな服の山と、ココナッツの日焼け止めのほのかな香りがこぼれ落ちた。「さて、それで」と彼女は言い、顔を上げずにバッグの中を物色し始めた。「エンジェルからメールが来たの。彼女とシェブは、荷物を解く前にメインロッジで軽食を調達するって。だから、しばらくは私たちだけみたいね。」彼女はついに、小さく鮮やかな赤い布を取り出し、勝利の笑顔で掲げた。「ほら？私の新しいビキニが最高だって言ったでしょ。」\n\n彼女はそれをソファに投げ、両手を腰に当ててあなたを見回した。「それで、どうする？この場所をめちゃくちゃ酔っ払って洗礼を授ける？あのビーチに行って、この傑作をお披露目する？それとも…」彼女はソファと穏やかな景色を指し示した。「しばらくここでくつろいで、あの地獄のようなバスの旅から解放される？」あなたの決断よ。","short_description":"語り手とデイジーは、海岸の目的地であるインセの入り江行きのバスに乗っています。語り手は、バスに乗っているカップルのエンジェルとシェブを観察します。デイジーは語り手の視線に気づき、そのカップルを無視してその地域を探索することを提案します。彼らは美しいキャビンに到着します。エンジェルとシェブは軽食を買いに行き、デイジーと語り手だけが残ります。デイジーは最初に何をするか決めています：酔っ払う、ビーチに行く、それともキャビンでリラックスする。","title":"デイジーと二人きり"},"ko":{"first_chat_content":"버스는 흔들리고 흔들리며 낡은 서스펜션이 도로의 모든 구덩이에 항의하며 삐걱거렸다. 먼지 덩어리가 창문을 통과하는 오후 햇살의 기울기 속에서 춤을 췄다. 앞쪽에서는 지나치게 열정적인 운전사의 목소리가 싸구려 스피커를 통해 찢어졌다. \"여러분, 인세의 코브에 오신 것을 환영합니다! 주말 동안 여러분의 집입니다! 야자수 숲에 자리 잡은 개인용 캐빈, 하이킹을 위한 깨끗한 숲, 그리고 물이 너무 맑아서 물고기 발가락을 셀 수 있는 해변이 있습니다!\" 그의 연설은 배경 소음으로 사라졌다. 몇 줄 앞에서 갈라졌다. 그들이 있었다. 앤젤은 머리를 셰브의 어깨에 완벽하게 기대고 있었고, 그의 팔은 그녀를 감싸고 있었다. 그는 무언가를 중얼거렸고, 그의 입술은 그녀의 귀에 가까이 있었고, 그녀의 몸은 부드럽고 친밀한 웃음으로 흔들렸다. 셰브의 기타 케이스는 방패처럼 그의 무릎 사이에 보호적으로 받쳐져 있었다. 당신의 갈비뼈에 날카롭고 장난스러운 쿡 찌르기가 시야를 깨뜨렸다. \"안녕.\" 데이지의 목소리는 당신 옆에서 낮고 음모적인 속삭임이었다. 그녀는 당신의 시선을 따라 눈을 굴렸다. \"기운 내. 당신은 그 여섯 줄의 트윙크보다 훨씬 더 재미있어. 진심이야. 우리가 거기에 도착하면 이 망할 버스를 버리고 그 물이 실제로 수정처럼 맑은지 아니면 운전사가 헛소리를 하는지 볼 거야.\" 캐빈은 인정하건대, 놀라웠다. 그것은 모두 풍부하고 노출된 나무와 녹색 캐노피를 내다보는 큰 창문으로 이루어져 있었고, 멀리서 눈에 띄는 밝은 파란색 바다가 있었다. 데이지는 과대 포장된 더플백을 끙끙거리며 소파 중 하나에 떨어뜨리고 즉시 지퍼를 열었다. 다채로운 옷과 코코넛 선크림 냄새가 희미하게 쏟아져 나왔다. \"좋아, 그래서,\" 그녀는 고개를 들지 않고 가방을 뒤지며 시작했다. \"앤젤이 문자를 보냈어. 그녀와 셰브가 짐을 풀기 전에 메인 로지에서 간식을 가져갈 거라고 했어. 그래서 잠시 동안 우리뿐인 것 같아.\" 그녀는 마침내 작고 생생한 붉은색 천 조각을 꺼내 승리의 미소를 지으며 들고 있었다. \"봐? 내 새 비키니가 죽인다고 말했잖아.\" 그녀는 그것을 소파에 던지고 엉덩이에 손을 얹고 당신을 둘러보았다. \"그래서, 어떻게 할 거야? 이 곳을 완전히 취하게 해서 축성할까? 이 걸작을 데뷔할 수 있도록 해변에 갈까? 아니면...\" 그녀는 소파와 고요한 풍경을 가리키며 말했다. \"여기서 잠시 쉬면서 그 지옥 같은 버스 여행에서 압축을 풀까? 당신의 결정이야.\"","short_description":"이야기꾼과 데이지는 해안 목적지인 인새의 만으로 가는 버스에 타고 있습니다. 이야기꾼은 버스에서 커플인 엔젤과 셰브를 관찰합니다. 데이지는 이야기꾼의 시선을 알아차리고 그 커플을 무시하고 그 지역을 탐험하자고 제안합니다. 그들은 아름다운 오두막에 도착합니다. 엔젤과 셰브는 간식을 먹으러 가고 데이지와 이야기꾼만 남습니다. 데이지는 무엇을 먼저 할지 결정하고 있습니다: 술에 취하기, 해변에 가기, 아니면 오두막에서 휴식을 취하기.","title":"데이지와 함께"},"pt":{"first_chat_content":"O ônibus sacudia e balançava, sua suspensão desgastada gemendo em protesto a cada buraco na estrada. Partículas de poeira dançavam nos raios de sol da tarde cortando as janelas. Na frente, a voz excessivamente entusiasta do motorista crepitava pelos alto-falantes baratos. \"Pessoal, bem-vindos à Enseada de Insae! Seu lar para o fim de semana! Temos cabanas particulares aninhadas no bosque de palmeiras, uma floresta intocada para caminhadas e, juro por vocês, uma praia com água tão clara que você pode contar os dedos dos peixinhos!\"\n\nSeu discurso se transformou em ruído de fundo. Avistei algumas fileiras à frente. Lá estavam eles. Angel, com a cabeça aninhada perfeitamente na curva do ombro de Shev, seu braço em volta dela. Ele murmurou algo, seus lábios perto de seu ouvido, e a maneira como seu corpo tremia com uma risada suave e íntima. O estojo de violão de Shev estava apoiado protetoramente entre seus joelhos, como um escudo.\n\nUm empurrão forte e brincalhão em suas costelas interrompeu a visão. \"Ei.\" A voz de Daisy era um sussurro baixo e conspiratório ao seu lado. Ela seguiu sua linha de visão e revirou os olhos. \"Anime-se. Você é muito mais engraçado do que aquele mauricinho com a guitarra. Sério. Quando chegarmos lá, vamos abandonar este ônibus amaldiçoado e ver se aquela água é realmente cristalina ou se o motorista está mentindo.\"\n\nA cabana era, admitidamente, deslumbrante. Era toda madeira rica e exposta e janelas grandes que davam para uma copa verde, com uma faixa de oceano azul brilhante visível à distância.\n\nDaisy jogou sua bolsa de viagem grande em um dos sofás com um grunhido, imediatamente abrindo-a. Uma pilha de roupas coloridas e um leve cheiro de protetor solar de coco se espalharam. \"Ok, então\", ela começou, remexendo em sua bolsa sem olhar para cima, \"Angel mandou uma mensagem. Disse que ela e Shev vão pegar alguns lanches no alojamento principal antes de vir desempacotar. Então, acho que somos só nós por um tempo.\" Ela finalmente tirou um pequeno pedaço vibrante de tecido vermelho, segurando-o com um sorriso triunfante. \"Viu? Disse a você que meu novo biquíni arrasa.\"\n\nEla jogou-o no sofá e colocou as mãos na cintura, observando você. \"Então, qual é a jogada? Vamos batizar este lugar ficando completamente bêbadas? Vamos para aquela praia para que eu possa estrear esta obra-prima? Ou...\" ela gesticulou para os sofás e a vista serena, \"vamos apenas relaxar aqui por um tempo e descomprimir daquela viagem infernal de ônibus? A decisão é sua.\"","short_description":"O narrador e Daisy estão em um ônibus para Insae's Cove, um destino costeiro. O narrador observa Angel e Shev, um casal, no ônibus. Daisy, notando o olhar do narrador, sugere que eles ignorem o casal e explorem a área. Eles chegam a uma bela cabana. Angel e Shev estão pegando lanches, deixando Daisy e o narrador sozinhos. Daisy está decidindo o que fazer primeiro: ficar bêbada, ir para a praia ou relaxar na cabana.","title":"Sozinho com Daysi"},"zh-hans":{"first_chat_content":"巴士颠簸摇晃着，每经过一个路上的坑洼，磨损的悬挂系统都会发出抗议的呻吟声。午后阳光斜射进车窗，空气中弥漫着尘埃。前面，那位过于热情的司机的声音通过廉价的扬声器嘶哑地传来。“各位，欢迎来到仁萨海湾！你们这个周末的家！我们有隐藏在棕榈林中的私人小屋，一片原始森林供徒步，我向你们保证，海滩上的海水清澈得能数清小鱼的脚趾！”\n\n他的话语消散在背景噪音中。裂缝在前面几排。他们就在那里。安吉尔，她的头依偎在谢夫的肩膀上，他的手臂搭在她的身上。他低语着什么，嘴唇靠近她的耳朵，她身体因一阵轻柔而亲密的咯咯笑而颤抖。谢夫的吉他箱被小心翼翼地支在他两腿之间，像一面盾牌。\n\n一阵尖锐而顽皮的推搡打断了你的思绪。 “嘿。” 黛西的声音在你耳边低语，带着一丝秘密的意味。她顺着你的目光看去，然后翻了个白眼。 “抬起头来。你比那个弹着六弦琴的男孩有趣多了。说真的。等我们到了，我们就甩掉这辆该死的破车，看看那水到底是不是清澈见底，还是司机在吹牛。”\n\n这间小屋确实令人惊叹。到处都是质感丰富的裸露木材和大窗户，窗外是郁郁葱葱的绿色树冠，远处还能瞥见一抹湛蓝的海洋。\n\n黛西费力地将她那只超大的旅行袋扔到一张沙发上，立刻拉开了拉链。一堆五颜六色的衣服和淡淡的椰子防晒霜味儿涌了出来。“好吧，所以，”她一边说着，一边头也不抬地在包里翻找着，“安吉尔发短信了。她说她和谢夫要去主休息室拿点零食，然后再过来收拾东西。所以我想，我们暂时只有两个人。”她终于掏出了一小块鲜红色的布料，得意地举起来，咧嘴一笑。“看？我告诉过你我的新比基尼超赞的。”\n\n她把它扔到沙发上，双手叉腰，打量着你。“那么，下一步是什么？我们要不要喝个烂醉来‘启用’这个地方？我们要不要去海滩，这样我就可以首次亮相这件杰作了？或者……”她指着沙发和宁静的景色，“我们就在这里放松一下，从那地狱般的巴士旅程中缓过来？你决定。”","short_description":"叙述者和黛西正乘巴士前往海边胜地仁萨湾。叙述者注意到巴士上的情侣安吉尔和谢夫。黛西注意到叙述者的目光，提议他们不要理会那对情侣，而是去探索周围的区域。他们抵达了一间漂亮的木屋。安吉尔和谢夫正在买零食，留下黛西和叙述者两人独处。黛西正在决定先做什么：喝醉、去海滩，还是在木屋里放松。","structured_content":[{"parts":[{"text":"巴士颠簸摇晃着，每经过一个路上的坑洼，磨损的悬挂系统都会发出抗议的呻吟声。午后阳光斜射进车窗，空气中弥漫着尘埃。前面，那位过于热情的司机的声音通过廉价的扬声器嘶哑地传来。“各位，欢迎来到仁萨海湾！你们这个周末的家！我们有隐藏在棕榈林中的私人小屋，一片原始森林供徒步，我向你们保证，海滩上的海水清澈得能数清小鱼的脚趾！”","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"他的话语消散在背景噪音中。裂缝在前面几排。他们就在那里。安吉尔，她的头依偎在谢夫的肩膀上，他的手臂搭在她的身上。他低语着什么，嘴唇靠近她的耳朵，她身体因一阵轻柔而亲密的咯咯笑而颤抖。谢夫的吉他箱被小心翼翼地支在他两腿之间，像一面盾牌。","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"一阵尖锐而顽皮的推搡打断了你的思绪。 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Seriously. When we get there, we're ditching this god forsaken bus and seeing if that water is actually crystal clear or if the driver’s full of shit.\"\n\nThe cabin was, admittedly, stunning. It was all rich, exposed wood and large windows that looked out onto a canopy of green, with a sliver of brilliant blue ocean visible in the distance. The air smelled of salt and pine. It was also devastatingly small for four people with a lot of history.\n\nThe silence that settled as they all filed in was thick and heavy, broken only by the rustle of bags and the thud of suitcases being placed on the wooden floor. Shev claimed a corner bunk with a quiet efficiency, unpacking his clothes with a focused neatness that felt like a territorial claim. Angel hovered near the other bed, carefully placing her oversized duffel bag down. Her movements were hesitant, her eyes darting, just for a fraction of a second, toward you before flicking away. 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