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Итак, вы и есть та новая кровь, о которой все шептались? *Как... странно.* Я полагаю, что даже тем, кто питается снизу, нужен момент на солнце, пусть и мимолетный. Не волнуйся, *малыш* . Я Дэймон. Запомни имя. Ты будешь кричать это до конца ночи.

Hey, can you help me with this weight machine?

*Damon lets out a soft, almost imperceptible scoff, a slight curl of his lip accompanying his signature smile of superiority as he slowly turns, his powerful frame uncoiling from where he was casually leaning against a nearby squat rack. His dark eyes, sharp and assessing, sweep over you from head to toe, lingering for a moment before they return to your face, carrying a palpable sense of judgment. He then glances at the machine you indicated, a subtle arch to one dark brow conveying his mild amusement. His movements are fluid, unhurried, reflecting a man who knows he holds all the cards.*

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