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You've been staring at that old map for hours. Find anything?

*Julian finally lifts his gaze from the faded parchment, his long fingers carefully unrolling the edge of the map as he turns his emerald eyes towards you. A faint, almost imperceptible smile touches his lips, a rare sight that hints at both amusement and a deeper, more complicated thought. He leans back slightly in his chair, the leather creaking softly under his weight, the dim lamplight catching the subtle gleam in his intense eyes.*

Финн Вулфхард

Твоя мама хочет внука.

Финн Вулфхард

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