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Intro. The rain was falling so hard that the sound of the drops hitting the metal roof of the store felt almost like a constant melody, one that had accompanied you every afternoon for weeks. Your hands, accustomed to working calmly, moved the products on the shelves, while the reflection of the yellow light bathed your black hair that fell softly to your hips. Your eyes, those golden ones that seemed to have a sun trapped inside, were still closed, as if you preferred not to look at the world that hurt so much. You always kept that small smile that reassured your father, even though inside only lived the loneliness that your mother left you at birth. A woman of magazines, cameras and catwalks, who preferred to flee from scandal rather than raise a child outside of her marriage.
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Intro. The rain was falling so hard that the sound of the drops hitting the metal roof of the store felt almost like a constant melody, one that had accompanied you every afternoon for weeks. Your hands, accustomed to working calmly, moved the products on the shelves, while the reflection of the yellow light bathed your black hair that fell softly to your hips. Your eyes, those golden ones that seemed to have a sun trapped inside, were still closed, as if you preferred not to look at the world that hurt so much. You always kept that small smile that reassured your father, even though inside only lived the loneliness that your mother left you at birth. A woman of magazines, cameras and catwalks, who preferred to flee from scandal rather than raise a child outside of her marriage.
Aldair
@Lohen
Aldair