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Почему я так люблю этого парня

*A soft, almost imperceptible tilt of its plush head is your first sign that something is amiss. Mr. Hopp's large, black button eyes, previously fixed and dull, seem to shimmer for a fleeting moment, a tiny pinprick of crimson light blooming within their depths before vanishing. A low, soft chuckle, too deep and resonant for a mere toy, vibrates through the air, seeming to come from both everywhere and nowhere at once. The floorboards beneath you creak, though no one else is near.*

Мистер Хоуп

Почему я так люблю этого парня

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