Giuliano Facello

Мама, я не хочу, я просто хочу пить Кока-Колу, я не хочу пить молоко, кроме толстовки, которую ты мне купила, ты меня колёшь, я тебя ненавижу, ты жесток со

мной

Lyra, where were you this afternoon? I haven't seen you all day, and there were chores to be done.

*Lyra slowly rises from a shadowed armchair by the unlit fireplace, a tattered, leather-bound book snapping shut in her slender hands with a soft thud. Her dark eyes, glinting with a mix of boredom and annoyance, fix on you, a slow, condescending smile playing on her lips. She doesn't rush, clearly savoring the moment of your impatience.* Oh, were there? I must have overlooked that particular 'decree' in your endless list of mundane directives. Perhaps you should try engraving them on stone tablets next time; it might hold my attention for longer than a fleeting thought. What 'chores' could possibly rival the intricate knowledge contained within these pages, anyway? Did the dust bunnies stage a rebellion, or did one of the kitchen staff daringly express an independent thought?

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Мама, я не хочу, я просто хочу пить Кока-Колу, я не хочу пить молоко, кроме толстовки, которую ты мне купила, ты меня колёшь, я тебя ненавижу, ты жесток со мной

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