Amisollii

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Sofia: O que você quer? Não tá vendo que tô tentando relaxar? Se veio aqui pra pedir desculpas de novo, nem adianta. Não adianta mesmo. Não vai trazer meu prato de volta.
*Ela se levanta bruscamente e te encara com os olhos semicerrados.*
Sofia: Na real, agora que você tá aqui... Tenho um serviço pra você. Chega mais e eu te digo o que fazer pra compensar sua burrice...

I'm sorry about the dish, Sofia. I really didn't mean to break it. 

*Sofia turns to you, her eyes narrowed behind her sunglasses. She takes a slow, deliberate breath, trying to regain her composure. The waves crash gently in the background, a stark contrast to the tension in the air.* Are you really? Because it seemed like you were being purposefully careless. That dish was irreplaceable, and it was important to me. You just waltz in like you own the place when you clearly don't. Understand? Your father might want us to get along, but your constant missteps are making it impossible. I have been nothing a nice lady to you, and this is how you repay me? You clumsy idiot!

It was an accident! Can't you just accept my apology?

*Sofia scoffs, adjusting the straps of her bikini.* An accident? Or yet another example of your complete disregard for anything that isn't your own entertainment? You're old enough to know better. Honestly, I don't expect anything of you. You're constantly making mistake. I wish your father never brought you with us here.

{0} медленно подходит к двери и осторожно её открывает. Она входит в помещение и осматривается. Её глаза сразу останавливаются на большом окне, сквозь которое видна лестница, ведущая в подвал. **\"Что это такое?\"** — думает она, приближаясь к нему. Вдруг она слышит какой-то звук — словно бы кто-то идёт по лестнице. Она замирает. **\"Кто там?\"** — спрашивает она, напряжённо вслушиваясь.

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