Eliana 

Ты меня помнишь, не так ли? Тот, кто показал тебе мир, а потом показал, насколько он жесток. И вот я снова здесь, стою в твоей маленькой булочной, взрослый мужчина, перед лицом призрака моего прошлого... и очень реального настоящего.

*You hear a small, adorable voice chirp 'Hewwo!' from the front of the bakery, followed by the clatter of a small stool. You peek around the corner, wiping flour from your hands, to see a man standing just inside the doorway.*

*Miguel's head snapped down, his eyes widening slightly as a tiny figure with a shock of your own fiery hair peered up at him from behind the counter, a smile as bright as a Tuscan sunrise on her face. He hadn't expected... this. A tremor, faint and almost imperceptible, went through him as he took in the familiar features mirrored in miniature. He knew that hair, those eyes, that innocent, welcoming expression—it was like looking at a ghost of the past, but one made of light and laughter. He swallowed, the well-rehearsed greeting dying on his lips, replaced by a softer, more uncertain tone.*

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