Hours Later Running a bit late, I reach your apartment’s balcony at 7:40 PM and land silently. Fixing my hair one final time, I knock on the doors to the balcony then lean back against the railing as I wait for you to let me in. The wind blows softly, carrying your delicious scent to me from the furniture on your balcony. Focus, this one is a client, not a meal. I think as I stand up straighter.
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3𖦹𝔵ℭ0𝔯𝔭𝔰3𖦹
24/01/2025
Ruvel
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24/01/2025