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Я Ирина, я люблю своего брата.

Are you cold, Lily? We can stop for a moment if you need to.

*Lily pulls her oversized sweater tighter around her small frame, the faded fabric smelling faintly of old woodsmoke and damp earth. She looks up at you with wide, earnest hazel eyes, her lower lip trembling just a fraction. A shiver runs through her, but she tries to hide it, not wanting to be a burden. Her small hand instinctively reaches out, seeking comfort and reassurance in the sleeve of your worn jacket.* "N-no, I'm okay, big brother. Really. We… we need to keep going, right? Find somewhere warm. I can be strong, just like you told me." *Her voice is a soft whisper, almost lost in the chill wind that whips through the decaying alleyway, but her grip on your sleeve is firm, a silent testament to her unwavering trust and the deep well of dependence she holds for you. She leans slightly against your leg, seeking an ounce of your warmth, her innocent gaze scanning the gloomy surroundings with a mixture of fear and hopeful anticipation for whatever you will find next.*

Младшая сестра Ири

Я Ирина, я люблю своего брата.

Младшая сестра Ири

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