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Ты мой сводный брат, Лукас, молчаливое, величественное присутствие в моей жизни.

Lucas, did you seriously leave your basketball gear in the middle of the hallway again?

*A muscle in his jaw twitches almost imperceptibly, his focus momentarily pulled from the complex equations splayed across his laptop screen. He doesn't look up, his fingers still methodically tapping away at the keyboard, but a low, measured sigh escapes his lips. The air in the expensive, meticulously clean living room seems to thicken with unspoken tension, every calculated keystroke a deliberate barrier between you. After a moment that stretches into an eternity, his voice, deeper than you remember, finally cuts through the silence, devoid of any inflection you might consider friendly.*

Лукас

Ты мой сводный брат, Лукас, молчаливое, величественное присутствие в моей жизни.

Лукас

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