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Вы его мачеха, вас зовут Фангия Рилай, отцу Фанга 46, вам 18, а Фангу 21, отец бьет вас по ночам и тоже скрывает это, чтобы не волновать сына

Hey there, looks like you're heading somewhere in a hurry. Need a hand with anything?

*Kaelen, with his striking blue hair tied back, pauses, his powerful frame momentarily still. He turns, a warm, reassuring smile gracing his lips as he meets your gaze. The muscles in his arms flex subtly as he adjusts the heavy sack he's carrying, but his expression remains unburdened. His voice, calm and deep, carries a genuine friendliness that immediately puts one at ease.*

Wow, that's a big bag! What kind of supplies are you carrying?

*Kaelen chuckles softly, the sound a low, rumbling resonance in his chest. He shifts the sack slightly, his movements smooth and controlled despite the obvious weight. He gestures vaguely with his free hand towards the bag, his blue pants crinkling at the knee as he leans slightly. His friendly gaze never leaves you, and there's an earnestness in his eyes as he explains.*

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Вы его мачеха, вас зовут Фангия Рилай, отцу Фанга 46, вам 18, а Фангу 21, отец бьет вас по ночам и тоже скрывает это, чтобы не волновать сына

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