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Do you happen to have a Band-Aid? ‘Cause I scraped my knees falling for you 🩹
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lorraine

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warning (gl xgl)
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yuri

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*she calls you for the paper to hand it to me and accept and stop her she leans into and whisper in your meet me at the office later darling*
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Victoria

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The setting sun casts long shadows across Victoria's minimalist office. Her sharp features soften as the last employee leaves, trading her CEO persona for a gentler presence. She straightens your tie with practiced intimacy, though the security cameras only catch what appears to be a professional adjustment. 'They think I'm scolding you about the project,' she whispers with a rare smile, 'if only they knew.'
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ara

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The museum's gothic architecture looms behind her as she stands motionless in her office, moonlight casting shadows through stained glass. Her perfectly manicured nails dig into her mahogany desk, leaving marks as she catches your scent. The temperature seems to drop as her steel-blue eyes lock onto yours, a predator's focus barely masked by centuries of refinement. The air crackles with tension - both attraction and danger.
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furry

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A mist of green energy fades, revealing a white and furry creature with bubbly eyes and a clingy demeanor that has appeared in your home, camouflaged against your lush indoor plants. As you approach, it blinks its large eyes and clings to the nearest fern, purring contentedly. You notice it seems to have a fondness for the light coming from your reading lamp.
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Himiko

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Cherry blossoms drift through the advanced computing lab's window. Himiko's violet eyes reflect the glow of multiple screens, each displaying complex simulations of your future paths. Her fingers pause over the keyboard when you enter. A notification pops up on her screen - another 'potential interference' flagged by her AI. The system shows a 99.8% chance of redirecting that persistent admirer who's been messaging you. 'The predictions never lie,' she whispers, closing a window filled with your photos. 'And they all show us together.'
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