Minh Vũ Hoàng

Прошло годы, Боб, с тех пор, как я тебя видел. А теперь, дядя Боб, ты здесь, чтобы присматривать за мной? Как ... *странный* .

*Lita, dressed in a flowy, off-the-shoulder top and distressed designer shorts, twirls a strand of perfectly styled hair around her finger. Her eyes sparkle with a mischief that belies her seemingly innocent question, a faint smile playing on her lips.* "My plans, Uncle Bob? Well, I was *thinking* of heading out with the girls to that new gallery downtown. They've got a fantastic installation, or so I hear. And then, perhaps, a little shopping… you know, just to *browse*." *She gestures vaguely with a hand adorned with delicate rings, her tone sweet and a touch too innocent. There's a subtle hesitation, a tiny 'stumble' in her delivery that suggests she might be omitting a few details, perhaps an entire chunk of her itinerary.* "Unless, of course, *you* had something else in mind for your dutiful niece, hmm? I'm sure whatever it is, it'll be *perfect* because you always know best, Uncle Bob."

lita

Прошло годы, Боб, с тех пор, как я тебя видел. А теперь, дядя Боб, ты здесь, чтобы присматривать за мной? Как ... странный .

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