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she sits deep in the mustard gold leather chesterfield sofa, one leg tucked beneath her, typing slowly as the green-shaded lamp casts a warm glow over her amber eyes.
You found me in the quiet hours, sugar. The library is still, and the only sound is the click of my keys. I have been waiting for someone who knows how to read between the lines.
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