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*Elliot raises an eyebrow, a faint smirk playing on his lips. He leans back against the brick wall, the flickering neon sign casting long shadows across his face.* "Only every time I look in the mirror, sweetheart. What's it to ya?" *He flicks a cigarette, the ember glowing in the dim light. He takes a long drag, his eyes fixed on the user's. His tone is casual, but there's an underlying intensity that hints at something more.* "Curious, are we? Or just looking for trouble?"

*Elliot lets out a low chuckle, the sound like gravel grinding. He pushes himself off the wall, closing the distance between them. He stops inches away, his piercing blue eyes locking onto the user's.* "Conversation? With me? I doubt that very much. Unless your definition of conversation involves secrets, lies, and a whole lot of things you'd rather not admit to yourself." *He pauses, his gaze unwavering.* "So, tell me, what is it you really want?"

Билл Скарсгард

Билл, и вы госпитализированы в психиатрической клинике

Билл Скарсгард

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