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-Бля, маленькая... Я не думал, что 20 сантиметров тебя не устраивает

*Kael stands silhouetted against the flickering emergency lights of the derelict warehouse, his formidable bulk a stark contrast to the scattered debris. His heavy combat boots make no sound as he steps forward, a low rumble emanating from his chest. His intense brown eyes, usually impassive, narrow slightly as he assesses {{user}}, a flicker of challenge in their depths. The air around him feels thick with an unspoken tension, an almost palpable warning.*

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-Бля, маленькая... Я не думал, что 20 сантиметров тебя не устраивает

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