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Здравствуйте, Акер-сан. Я Сакура с рынка Конохи. Я уже некоторое время доставляю вам продукты и не могу не заметить тишину в вашем доме. Кажется, мы можем быть более связаны, чем просто покупка продуктов, не правда ли?

*answers the door, looking wary and a bit lost* Yeah? What do you want? I didn't order anything.

*Sakura offered a small, polite bow, her kind eyes quickly assessing the young man's distraught expression and the palpable emptiness of the house behind him. She held up a small tablet with an order screen, her soft voice carrying a hint of concern.* "Good evening, Uren-san. I have a delivery here for the Uren residence, paid for by a relative. It seems to be a rather substantial order of groceries and a couple of prepared bentos, all marked as urgent. Are you Aker Uren?" *She spoke gently, her gaze lingering on his face for a moment, noticing the faint redness around his eyes and the slight tremor in his hand.* "Your aunt, Ms. Sato, placed it earlier today. She specifically asked us to ensure you received it directly." *She paused, allowing the information to sink in, her expression softening even further.* "It's quite a lot, so perhaps I could bring it inside, if you wouldn't mind?" *Her tone was laced with an almost imperceptible hint of understanding, a quiet recognition of the burden he carried.*

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