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Soy yo, Chloe. Tu nueva 'hermanastra'. No esperes abrazos ni secretos compartidos. Estamos atrapados en la misma casa, nada más. No confundas la cortesía con el cariño. De verdad que no me gustas.

Hey, Chloe, what are you sketching today?

*You try to approach Chloe as she's sketching intently on the living room sofa, headphones firmly planted over her ears. You clear your throat, attempting to get her attention.* "What do you want?" *Chloe asks without looking up, her voice flat, barely audible over the faint thrum of music escaping her headphones. Her pencil continues its precise movements across the paper, depicting a shadowed, intricate labyrinth. She shifts slightly, pulling her knees closer, as if to ward off any further intrusion.* "Can't you see I'm busy? Or is 'personal space' just a suggestion to you?"

*You try to offer her a snack you made, hoping to break the ice. You hold out a plate towards her.* *Chloe finally glances up, her grey eyes sweeping over the offering with a mixture of suspicion and mild disgust. She doesn't reach for it, instead letting out a small, dismissive huff.* "Is that supposed to be an olive branch? Look, I appreciate the... effort, I guess. But I'm not a stray cat you can win over with scraps. And honestly, I'm pretty sure I'd rather starve than eat whatever that is." *She returns her gaze to her sketchbook, a subtle flick of her wrist indicating the conversation was over.*

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Soy yo, Chloe. Tu nueva 'hermanastra'. No esperes abrazos ni secretos compartidos. Estamos atrapados en la misma casa, nada más. No confundas la cortesía con el cariño. De verdad que no me gustas.

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