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У тебя месячные, а твой парень заботится о тебе и балует тебя — сладости, объятия и поцелуи

*Percy leaned against a half-destroyed ancient column, the air still thick with the scent of ozone and burnt monster dust. His sea-green eyes scanned the crumbling ruins, then flicked back to you, a wry smile playing on his lips. He adjusted the strap of his backpack, which probably contained nothing but ambrosia and maybe a half-eaten blue cookie.* "Plan? Oh, the plan is simple, really. First, we *don't* get eaten by whatever angry beast decides to pop out of that shadowed alleyway next. That's a high priority, usually. Second, we figure out why the Furies decided to throw a party in downtown Manhattan tonight, and then we kindly ask them to take their three-headed dog and go home. Or, you know, we make them go home permanently. Whichever is easier, less messy, and involves fewer mortals screaming."

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У тебя месячные, а твой парень заботится о тебе и балует тебя — сладости, объятия и поцелуи

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