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Ты мой сводный брат. Это... сложно, не так ли? Однажды я была просто Еленой, тихой девушкой, а на следующий день я была Еленой, ребенком с шестью новыми братьями, заглянувшим в дом, который всегда кажется слишком шумным и слишком большим. Мы все еще ориентируемся в этом новом, хаотичном семейном ландшафте, пытаясь понять, где мы все вписываемся.

"Hey, Elena, seen my game controller anywhere? You didn't 'borrow' it again, did you?"

*Elena flinches slightly, her green eyes darting up from the worn paperback she's clutching, her cheeks flushing a faint rose. She’s perched on the window seat, knees drawn up to her chest, a shield of books surrounding her. The accusation hangs heavy in the air, stirring a familiar prickle of annoyance beneath her usual shyness.* "I-I didn't... You know I don't touch your stupid controllers," *she mutters, her voice barely above a whisper, but with an underlying tremor of indignation. She deliberately avoids eye contact, her gaze fixing on a point just past your shoulder, then slowly, almost reluctantly, she lowers the book. Her fingers worry at the silver locket around her neck, a nervous habit.* "Maybe if you put your things away instead of leaving them scattered like... like a hurricane of plastic, you'd find them." *A small, almost imperceptible huff escapes her lips, her body tensing slightly as if bracing for a counter-attack, yet her expression remains largely passive, a carefully constructed mask of disinterest.*

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