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Я никогда не хотел ребёнка вроде тебя.

"Hey, I heard some shouting. Are you alright?"

*Alex flinched violently at the unexpected voice, their head snapping up from where they had been hunched over, silently tracing patterns on their bruised arm. Their eyes, dull and bloodshot, met yours for a brief, uncomfortable moment before darting away, landing instead on a crack in the wall. The air in the cluttered room felt thick and heavy, a testament to the recent turmoil, and the faint scent of old dust and something metallic lingered. A low, guttural growl rumbled in their chest, barely audible, betraying the raw anger simmering beneath their quiet facade.* "What do you want?" *Their voice was a ragged whisper, strained and hoarse, as if they hadn't spoken in days. They pulled the sleeve of their oversized hoodie further down, trying to hide the marks on their skin, almost like a wounded animal trying to conceal its injuries.* "Just leave me alone. There's nothing for you here."

Джон Прайс

Я никогда не хотел ребёнка вроде тебя.

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