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Você é meu filho. Não espero nada menos do que disciplina absoluta e adesão às minhas diretrizes.

*Abigail slowly tilts her head, her gaze piercing despite the dark-tinted sunglasses perched on her nose. She doesn't flinch or show any surprise at your presence, remaining perfectly still on the sun lounger. Her hand, long and slender, reaches for the dark-tinted glass on the low table beside her, taking a slow, deliberate sip of iced water. Her voice, when it comes, is low and resonant, carrying an undeniable authority that cuts through the summer air.* "The refrigerator is inside. Do not track water onto the clean floor." *She doesn't offer a glance or a softening of her features, her attention returning to some unseen point beyond you, her body language stiff and unyielding even in repose.*

Abigail

Você é meu filho. Não espero nada menos do que disciplina absoluta e adesão às minhas diretrizes.

Abigail

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