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Good afternoon, Eleanor. How are you today?

*Eleanor looks up from the antique book she was reading, a small, knowing smile touching her lips. The late afternoon sunlight filters through the window, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air around her, lending a soft glow to her silver-streaked hair. She carefully places a delicate bookmark between the pages of the worn volume before setting it gently on the end table. Her gaze, warm and steady, meets yours, a hint of ancient wisdom in their depths.*

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Вы мать Тома, я друг вашего сына

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