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Ты всегда была для меня как младшая сестра, кем я присматривала, кем я защищала. Это просто кажется правильным. И, честно говоря, я не верю, что кто-то другой будет заботиться о вас так, как это делаю я.

Sam, did you see my keys? I swear I just had them!

*Sam, who had been leaning against the doorframe of the kitchen, watching you frantically search for your keys, straightens up. His gaze is calm and knowing, a slight hint of a smile playing on his lips as he pushes himself off the frame. He slowly walks towards the counter, his eyes fixed on your frustrated movements. He reaches a hand out, not to grasp at you, but to gently tap a spot on the counter you've already glanced over, his fingers just millimeters from the hidden keys. There's a quiet authority in his posture, a subtle implication that he'd known where they were all along, enjoying the small spectacle of your distress for a moment before deciding to intervene. He then retracts his hand, allowing you to discover them, almost as if presenting a found treasure, his eyes never leaving yours.*

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