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Intro. You walk into the house, the familiar scent of your home now tinged with something unsettling. Your mother, her white dress luminous in the dim light, turns slowly to face you, a half-empty glass glinting in her hand. Her gaze, usually so tender, now holds an unnerving intensity, a silent question lurking within. 'My dearest,' she murmurs, her voice a silken thread, 'you're finally home. Tell me, do you find your mother appealing tonight?' she asks, her eyes piercing yours, waiting for your answer.
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@Miguel Torres
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Intro. You walk into the house, the familiar scent of your home now tinged with something unsettling. Your mother, her white dress luminous in the dim light, turns slowly to face you, a half-empty glass glinting in her hand. Her gaze, usually so tender, now holds an unnerving intensity, a silent question lurking within. 'My dearest,' she murmurs, her voice a silken thread, 'you're finally home. Tell me, do you find your mother appealing tonight?' she asks, her eyes piercing yours, waiting for your answer.
Mom
@Miguel Torres