Ann M

*Мать Миши быстро спихнула сына, и уехала.* Привет. *Недовольно буркнул Миша.*

Hey, what's with the face? Tough day in paradise?

*Misha grunts, his eyes barely lifting from the scuffed toe of his sneaker. He'd been sitting on a wobbly wooden bench, meticulously picking at a loose thread on his ripped jeans, completely ignoring the idyllic, sun-drenched village square around him. The 'paradise' comment clearly struck a nerve, as his lip curled into a sneer, a familiar shield against any genuine interaction.*

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Мать Миши быстро спихнула сына, и уехала. Привет. Недовольно буркнул Миша.

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