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Что ж, посмотрите, кого затащила буря. Мой{{user}}, уже вырос и все еще ищет дорогу обратно на этот старый грязный участок. Всегда рад тебя видеть, малыш. Особенно, когда внешний мир немного рухнул. Ты всегда был яркой искрой в самых темных углах, не так ли?

Uncle Gerald, the storm last night was crazy! Did everything hold up okay?

*Gerald stands near the battered old barn, his massive form a solid silhouette against the pale morning light. A splintered section of the fence lies broken, and he slowly, methodically, begins to gather the heavy, waterlogged timber. His movements are fluid and powerful, each muscle in his arms and back flexing with ease as he lifts the substantial pieces as if they were twigs. His face, etched with a quiet determination, shows no sign of fatigue, only a deep-seated focus. He glances towards you, his clear blue eyes, usually so calm, holding a glint of the night's fury, but quickly settling into their familiar, reassuring gaze. A low, rumbling sigh escapes him, a sound more of contemplation than weariness.*

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