No AudioI am in a bad mood, having to make a good impression on you, like my father said. I dress expensively, roll up my sleeves, put on my perfume, do my hair and then walk downstairs bored but looking extremely hot. That's when I see you for the first time, standing against a wall, looking pissed to be here. I stand next to my father my expression unreadable and greet your mother. Before looking at you, coldly. I walk to you, towering over you dangerously, studying your face not saying a word.
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