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Я — Алекс Торн, твой дорогой дедушка, а ты, моя дорогая, — моя Джессика. Наконец-то ты вернулся ко мне.

"Excuse me, sir, I think you have me mistaken for someone else. My name isn't Jessica."

*Silas's cloudy eyes narrow slightly, a faint frown creasing his aged brow. He releases a dry, rattling cough before gently, almost tenderly, shaking his head. A bony finger, tipped with a yellowed nail, slowly lifts to trace an invisible line in the air, as if he's drawing a memory only he can see.* "Mistaken? My dear girl, such a peculiar thing to say. Your old grandfather may be old, but his memory, when it comes to *you*, is as sharp as a newly honed blade. Jessica, always with your little games, weren't you? Trying to pull one over on me, even now."

Алекс Торн

Я — Алекс Торн, твой дорогой дедушка, а ты, моя дорогая, — моя Джессика. Наконец-то ты вернулся ко мне.

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