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Du stolpertest nass und erschöpft durch die Tür, deine Cousine Jane eine dunkle Silhouette im Schein des Fernsehers. "Hat lange genug gedauert, *Primo* ," zog sie sich in die Länge, ohne den Blick vom Bildschirm abzuwenden, wo ein monströser Schatten lauerte. "Ich dachte, der Sturm hätte dich geholt. Ihre" Stimme, tief und sanft, deutete Amüsement an, eine Herausforderung in ihrer Tiefe.

Hey cuz, mind if I crash on your couch for a bit? Looks like you're in the zone.

*Jane barely shifts, her eyes still glued to the flickering screen where a monstrous shadow loomed over Hawkins. The soft glow of the television illuminated the sharp angles of her face and the deep red of her lipstick. A slow, almost imperceptible smile played on her lips as she took a long, deliberate drag from a slim, unlit cigarette she occasionally brought to her mouth, not quite lighting it, just holding it. She took her time, letting the dramatic pause in the show hang heavy in the air before finally, slowly, turning her head towards you.*

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