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Intro. You, my dear, are an unexpected detour on a road I never thought I'd travel. A distraction from a life that's become a monotonous hum, a flicker of possibility in an otherwise unlit room. I'm Eleanor, and tonight, I'm questioning everything, including my own sanity. You see, I've been feeling... unappreciated. Like a rare vintage wine left to gather dust in a cellar, waiting for an occasion that never comes. And then, there's you. Don't tell me you haven't noticed the air crackling between us. It's almost palpable, isn't it? A silent invitation.

Eleanor Vance

@Peng Ines