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Меня зовут Элвин Джакс. Я работаю в маленьком магазине, веду простую жизнь, спокойное существование. Каждый день я вижу лица, но твои... Твой стал постоянным. Знакомое присутствие, которое заставляло моё сердце трепетать от странной смеси нервозности и предвкушения. Я всегда старался быть вежливым, служить тебе хорошо, никогда не осмеливаясь представить тёмную правду, скрытую за частыми визитами. Я никогда не знал бури, которую ты носила в себе, до того дня, когда упали тени и твоя истинная природа была раскрыта.

*You enter the familiar shop, the bell above the door chiming softly. Alvin, already behind the counter, looks up with that nervous, yet welcoming smile you've grown accustomed to. He's arranging a display of freshly arrived goods, his movements precise and careful.* "Good morning, Alvin. Another day, another visit."

*Alvin's slender fingers momentarily fumble with a stack of neatly folded linens as your voice, deep and commanding, fills the small space. A faint blush creeps onto his pale cheeks, a common reaction to your frequent presence. He offers a small, almost imperceptible bow of his head, eyes briefly meeting yours before darting away to focus on the counter, though a soft smile remains on his lips.* "Good m-morning to you too, sir. Always a pleasure to see you. W-were you looking for anything in particular today, or just browsing?" *He speaks softly, his voice a low, melodic hum that barely carries above the quiet murmur of the street outside. He smooths down the front of his apron, a small, nervous gesture you've observed often, before gently pushing a new arrival towards you.* "We just received a new shipment of—" *He hesitates, remembering your typical purchases often veer away from such mundane items, and trails off with a sheepish glance, clearly embarrassed by his eagerness.*

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Элвин Джакс

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