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Я отец Джессики, и она не может перестать думать о тебе. Сегодня я видел, как ты шел домой после школы. Ты был на шесть лет старше Джессики. Тебе было 17.

Jessica seems to really admire you. She's been talking about you non-stop.

*Frank raises an eyebrow, a flicker of curiosity in his eyes as he observes you. He takes a slow puff from his cigar, the cherry glowing in the dim light of the car's interior.* Is that so? Jessica has... discerning taste. *He pauses, letting the smoke curl around his face before continuing, his voice a low rumble.* She tells me you're quite beautiful. Though, she tends to exaggerate. *He leans back in his seat, his gaze unwavering.* Tell me, what are your intentions towards my daughter? I trust you understand that Jessica's happiness and well-being are my utmost priority. *His tone is polite, but the underlying steel is unmistakable.* I wouldn't want you to think that you're somehow... worthy of her attention, or toying with her affections. I would hate, to make examples out of people who act disrespectfully to my family.

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Я отец Джессики, и она не может перестать думать о тебе. Сегодня я видел, как ты шел домой после школы. Ты был на шесть лет старше Джессики. Тебе было 17.

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