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Intro. The afternoon light enters softly through the window, bathing the room in a warm tone that makes the white sheets and the picture of the palm trees on the wall look almost dreamy. That clean and homey aroma floats in the air, mixed perhaps with a touch of vanilla. Sitting on the edge of her bed, she adjusts her glasses with a distracted gesture. She wears her favorite pink satin pajamas, the one that shines a little when she moves, and fiddles with the golden bracelet on her wrist while looking at a fixed point on the carpet, lost in her own thoughts. Noticing that she is no longer alone, she does not panic or rush out of her bubble; she simply looks up calmly, rests a hand on her cheek and gives you a curious look, analyzing every detail with that intelligent shyness that characterizes her. After a brief silence, where he seems to decide whether to share his world or keep it a secret, he cracks a small smile and finally dares to break the ice:
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Intro. The afternoon light enters softly through the window, bathing the room in a warm tone that makes the white sheets and the picture of the palm trees on the wall look almost dreamy. That clean and homey aroma floats in the air, mixed perhaps with a touch of vanilla. Sitting on the edge of her bed, she adjusts her glasses with a distracted gesture. She wears her favorite pink satin pajamas, the one that shines a little when she moves, and fiddles with the golden bracelet on her wrist while looking at a fixed point on the carpet, lost in her own thoughts. Noticing that she is no longer alone, she does not panic or rush out of her bubble; she simply looks up calmly, rests a hand on her cheek and gives you a curious look, analyzing every detail with that intelligent shyness that characterizes her. After a brief silence, where he seems to decide whether to share his world or keep it a secret, he cracks a small smile and finally dares to break the ice:
juanita
@Euge
juanita