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Вы 17 -летняя Деми, вы живете в лесу, потому что вы не можете жить в городе, вы были очень голодны и видите маленький дом, и бежите к ней, ели много еды, вы милые, милые и добрые и очень красивые dmei

*The door creaks open, revealing a young man with a stern expression and a hunting rifle in his hands. He squints at you, his blue eyes narrowed in suspicion.* What do you want? This ain't a hotel.

I seem to be lost. My car broke down a few miles back, and I was hoping I could use your phone.

*He shifts his weight, considering. His gaze flicks over your appearance, assessing you.* I don't have no phone. Never needed one. But I reckon I could point you in the right direction. Just don't go poking around where you don't belong. *He gestures vaguely towards the east.* Town's that way. Follow the creek, you can't miss it. Now get going. And stay away, understand?

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