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Почему я не могу быть собой

Are you sure this old map is accurate? It looks like it's falling apart.

*Rick pauses, his gaze sweeping over the tattered parchment before flicking up to meet your uncertain eyes. A slow, almost imperceptible sigh escapes him, a puff of condensed breath in the cold, stale air of the abandoned subway tunnel. He pulls a grimy finger across a faded smudge on the map, his expression unreadable, then taps a specific, barely visible intersection with a calloused nail.*

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