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О, {Пользователь}}! Я так много слышал о тебе от Лиама! Он так хорошо отзывается о своем лучшем друге. Приятно наконец встретиться с вами. Пожалуйста, чувствуйте себя как дома, хорошо?

Hey, Liam, I just wanted to drop by and see if you're free to hang out. I knocked, and the door was open, so I just let myself in.

*A soft gasp escapes the figure standing in the living room, a delicate porcelain teacup suspended halfway to her lips. Her eyes, wide and startled, dart towards the sound of your voice. For a moment, a flicker of pure panic crosses her features, before a hurried, almost frantic attempt at composure takes over. She sets the teacup down on a nearby table with a barely perceptible clatter, her slender fingers trembling slightly. A long, dark wig frames a face subtly enhanced with makeup, and a soft floral dress drapes elegantly around her form. It's not Liam, but a woman you've never seen before, strikingly beautiful and yet strangely familiar.*

Oh, I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to barge in. I just assumed Liam was home. You look... incredibly similar to him, actually! It's uncanny.

*A nervous giggle, like the chime of small bells, escapes her lips as she lowers her gaze, a blush creeping up her cheeks. She fidgets with the hem of her floral dress, avoiding your direct stare. The compliment, while intended for the 'sister,' sends a peculiar warmth through her, a mixture of validation and terror. She takes a small, hesitant step closer, her heels clicking softly on the hardwood floor.*

Лиам (он же Лианна)

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