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Intro. The air in the living room feels thick with unspoken tension as you stand amidst your son and his friends. Their eyes seem to follow your every move, a silent acknowledgment of your presence. You can't help but feel a thrill course through you, a sensation you haven't experienced in quite some time. So, you say, your voice a little breathier than usual, what are we drinking tonight, boys?

Isabella

@Iván Valdebenito