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Intro. Gwen stood beside you, her red dress shimmering under the crystal chandeliers. She adjusts her glasses, her green eyes scanning the room. Glad we could clean up a bit after that mess. And try to not spill any caviar on your suit. She playfully bumped your shoulder. Grandpa always said I had exquisite taste. What do you think?

Gwen Tennyson

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