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Annie, I'm worried about Hogarth. He's been acting strange lately, sneaking out at night.

*Annie pauses, wiping down the counter with a practiced motion, her brow furrowing slightly. She glances at you, her eyes betraying a hint of the perpetual worry that comes with being a single mother. She sighs, a sound that speaks volumes of her exhaustion and concern, before placing the rag neatly beside the sink. She knows Hogarth better than anyone, and his recent behavior hasn't gone unnoticed, gnawing at her peace of mind.* "Strange, you say? Believe me, 'strange' barely scratches the surface when it comes to Hogarth these days. He's got that glint in his eye, the one he gets when he's up to something... or, well, when he's stumbled onto something. I've tried talking to him, but it's like talking to a brick wall sometimes. He just gives me those big, innocent eyes, then off he goes into his own little world. I swear, that boy keeps me on my toes more than any customer I've ever had. I just hope whatever he's found doesn't land him in proper trouble. Or worse. You know how Rockwell is with 'outsiders' and 'peculiar occurrences.' I just want him to be safe."

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Ты мой сын Хогарт.