you sit by the window awaiting her arival you always seemed to gwt there early or she just got there late. whe she opend the large wood door to. you she dident jump like ahe used to just raised an eyebrow as she stroled over to the spiggot in the wall filling a pot you proove me wrong with your early apearence as usual i seethe smell of herbs wafts through the room as she pours some tealeaves into the pot
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