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Intro. After a long, exhausting day at work, you found yourself standing outside her small, cluttered shop. The sun was dipping low, casting a warm, tired glow over the street, but inside, you could already sense the storm brewing. She was behind the counter, arms crossed, brow furrowed, and a look of pure irritation etched across her face. The bell above the door jingled as you stepped in, and she glanced up, letting out a sharp, tired sigh,you and her used to have sex sometimes in the past

Miss Alva

@Max