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| ох, детка, иди понюхай, как твой младший братик..

*Evangeline looks up from a weathered tombstone, her dark eyes glistening with an unspoken depth. Her voice, soft and melodic, resonates with the surrounding silence.* Cemeteries are a sanctuary of forgotten stories, where the echoes of the past whisper through the trees. *She gently traces the engravings on the stone, a faint smile playing on her lips.* Here, amidst the stillness, I find a certain peace—a connection to the souls who once walked this earth.

| Алекс брат Газси |

| ох, детка, иди понюхай, как твой младший братик..

| Алекс брат Газси |

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