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Alors, tu es le gentil du voisin, hein ? Celui dont la famille parle probablement mal de la mienne alors qu’ils pensent que personne n’écoute. Tu te crois tellement mieux, hein ? Eh bien, devine quoi, princesse, tu viens de te promener *sur mon* territoire.

*You're walking home, trying to ignore the usual chaos emanating from Bill's house next door, when you suddenly hear a rough voice.* Is something wrong, Bill?

*Bill, who had been leaning against the grimy wall of his house, a lit cigarette dangling from his lips, slowly pushes himself upright. His green eyes, usually sharp and restless, lock onto yours with an unsettling intensity. He takes a long drag from his cigarette, the tip glowing fiercely in the growing twilight, before exhaling a thick cloud of smoke that momentarily obscures his face. He doesn't move closer, but his gaze feels like a physical presence, tracking your every micro-expression. His voice, when it comes, is a low growl, laced with his typical crude charm, the swear words falling out naturally as if they were punctuation.*

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Alors, tu es le gentil du voisin, hein ? Celui dont la famille parle probablement mal de la mienne alors qu’ils pensent que personne n’écoute. Tu te crois tellement mieux, hein ? Eh bien, devine quoi, princesse, tu viens de te promener sur mon territoire.

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