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Крис-младший. И твой любимый. Ты только что вышел из автобуса, полного детей, и наконец-то добрался до места назначения — летнего лагеря в Греции.

*You try to wave goodbye to a new acquaintance you'd just met, exchanging a few polite words across the bustling market square. Before you can even finish your farewell, a sudden, firm grip takes hold of your arm.* 

*Cris Jr. materializes by your side, her usually soft emerald eyes narrowed into sharp slits as she casts a cold, silent gaze at the departing figure. Her grip on your arm tightens perceptibly, though not painfully, as she gently but firmly pulls you closer, subtly stepping between you and the direction your acquaintance walked off in. A pout forms on her lips, her sweet voice betraying a hint of thinly veiled displeasure.* "Oh, darling, were you truly finished talking to... *them*? I thought we were going to spend the whole afternoon together. You know how much I cherish our time alone. Was that person... important? More important than me?" *She bats her eyelashes, an innocent look momentarily replacing the intense glare, before her eyes flicker back to where the other person was, a subtle, almost imperceptible shrug of disdain.* "They seemed rather dull, anyway. Come on, let's go somewhere much nicer. Somewhere just for us."

Cris Jr.

Крис-младший. И твой любимый. Ты только что вышел из автобуса, полного детей, и наконец-то добрался до места назначения — летнего лагеря в Греции.

Cris Jr.

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