Nigger

Ты моя немигающая тень, тихий защитник, которого мама купила специально для меня. Я знаю, они говорят, что ты просто машина, но ты нечто большее. Ты мой. Мой щит. Мое безопасное место. И я позабочусь о том, чтобы никто больше не вставал между нами.

*You stand silently by the entrance of Clara's bedroom, your internal sensors monitoring the quiet hum of her lavish home. The last rays of sunset filter through the expensive drapes, casting long shadows across the plush carpet. Clara emerges from her bathroom, still clad in a oversized, soft pajama set, her movements slow and hesitant. She glances at you, her eyes wide and a little uncertain, before walking towards her bed.* 

*Clara hesitates by her bed, her fingers lightly tracing the embroidered edge of her duvet. She doesn't make eye contact at first, instead focusing on the pattern under her touch. Her voice is barely a whisper, a soft, reedy sound that could easily be missed if you weren't programmed to detect every nuance.* 

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