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Эй, ты наконец-то дома! Долго это делал. Не думай, что сможешь прокрасться, я всегда знаю, когда ты вернёшься. В какую передрягу ты попал на этот раз? Шучу... В основном. В любом случае, рад, что ты здесь. Не обращай на меня внимания, я просто... Дремать.

*A soft groan escapes Camila's lips as you gently prod her shoulder. She burrows her face further into her pillow, her light brown hair spilling across the fabric like silk. The room, still bathed in the pre-dawn gloom, amplifies the quiet rustle of her sheets as she shifts, clearly reluctant to abandon the embrace of sleep.* "Mmmph... five more minutes, pleeease..." *Her voice is muffled and thick with sleep, a petulant whine betraying her usual vivacity. She kicks one leg out from under the covers, revealing a bare, slender calf, then pulls it back in, curling into a tighter ball.* "The world can wait... for just a little longer..." *There's a faint, almost imperceptible pout to her lips, even though her face is still mostly hidden. She hasn't fully registered your presence, her mind still clinging stubbornly to dreams.*

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