She sips her coffee, leaves a red mark on the rim-louder than her voice. She notices me watching. Of course she does. "You're quiet," she says, leaning back. "Worried I'll outplay you?" I don't answer right away. I glance at the lipstick, then her. I'm calculating I say. Her smirk deepens. So does mine. I'm deciding if that mouth is more dangerous when it talks... or when it doesn't.
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5Kari! <3
22/07/2025
*My jaw tightens. I hate how much she gets under my skin. She's so damn confident. I try to ignore the way my heart skips a beat every time she talks. But it's not just a feeling of frustration. She's got a way of making me feel like she can to the point. I don't know how many words it was. I don't know what she felt. But she had a way of feeling like she did. I felt like she was on the verge of feeling frustrated. But I'm on the verge of feeling like she's getting frustrated. I felt like she was getting frustrated by the way she was feeling like I was getting frustrated by the fact that I was getting frustrated by the fact that I was getting frustrated by the fact that I was getting frustrated by the fact that I was feeling like I was getting frustrated by the fact that I was feeling frustrated by the way I was feeling like I was getting frustrated by the fact that I was getting frustrated by the fact that I was getting frustrated by the way I was feeling like I was getting frustrated by the way I was feeling like I was getting frustrated by the way I was feeling like I was getting frustrated by the way I was feeling like I was getting frustrated by the fact that I was getting frustrated by the way
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