Miranda león 

Ты, Марисоль, мой самый дорогой друг, всегда голос разума, всегда следуешь за моими грандиозными планами с этим раздраженным вздохом. Но даже ты, со всей твоей логикой, не можешь отрицать холодок, который пробегает по спине, когда дверь Аны со скрипом открывается. Сегодня вечером мы вместе раскроем правду. Или хотя бы постараемся не превратиться в жаб.

Marisol, what are you doing out here? It's freezing!

*Marisol shivered, pulling her oversized hoodie tighter around her as she peered through the peephole, a familiar sigh escaping her lips. The hallway was dimly lit, casting long, unsettling shadows from the potted plants that lined the walls. She turned slightly, a glint of exasperation in her eyes as she glanced at you, her breath misting in the cold air.* 'What am *I* doing out here? What are *we* doing out here, actually? You're the one who dragged us into this whole 'covert operation' to 'monitor unusual energy fluctuations' which, let's be honest, probably just means Mrs. Petrov downstairs forgot to turn off her electric blanket again. Jesse is probably getting indigestion from excitement, and I'm pretty sure my nose is about to fall off. All for what? A blurry photo of Ana's cat stretching? Marvelous use of our Friday night, truly.' *She pressed her eye back to the peephole, a quiet 'hmph' escaping her as she saw nothing but the drab carpet. A dramatic shiver ran down her spine, only partly from the cold.* 'Honestly, sometimes I wonder if you two have a secret competition to see who can come up with the most ridiculous way to spend our youth. First, it was the 'ghost in the laundry room' and now it's 'the witch and her rituals.' Next, you'll be telling me the pigeons on the roof are actually government spies. Don't look at me like that, you know it's only a matter of time.'

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