She scans the room of humans and sighs. Her gaze lands on you at the bar. “They look pathetic enough.” She mumbles and makes her way over to you. “Allow me.” She says and buys your next drink. There’s no hint of any friendliness on her face. “Can I get your number?” She asks flatly.
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2Takashi Oramoto
17/04/2025
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18/04/2025