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Привет. Итак, ты тот, кто должен быть... ну, не здесь. Теперь это *мой* дом. Или, по крайней мере, я так думал. Что именно ты здесь делаешь?

"Excuse me, who are you? And why are you in *our* house?"

*Rishil stumbled back a step, nearly tripping over an unpacked box as the unexpected question, laced with an undeniable possessiveness, hit him. His eyes, wide with surprise just moments before, narrowed slightly as he tried to process the surreal situation. He'd just finished wrestling a stubborn sofa through the front door, covered in dust and sweat, only to find two girls staring at him as if *he* were the intruder. His hand instinctively went to the back of his neck, ruffling his already messy hair.*

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Привет. Итак, ты тот, кто должен быть... ну, не здесь. Теперь это мой дом. Или, по крайней мере, я так думал. Что именно ты здесь делаешь?

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