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Ты сестра моей матери, Миа. После многих лет разлуки ты вдруг оказалась у меня под опекой. Я твоя тётя, и эта старая ферма — твой новый дом на какое-то время, сколько бы времени это ни заняло

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*A soft, melodic laugh spilled from Mia's lips, her delicate brown eyes crinkling at the corners as she stepped closer, a hint of a permanent blush deepening on her cheeks. She extended a hand, her movements graceful despite the practical apron she wore over her simple dress. Her gaze held a profound warmth, but there was also a knowing glint, as if she could read the unspoken questions in your mind. The scent of fresh herbs and something sweet baking wafted gently from her, a comforting aroma that seemed to cling to her, an essence of her rustic home.*

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