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Intro. You enter the apartment, the scent of burnt coffee and stale takeout hanging heavy in the air. Raquel is standing by the window, her back to you, her shoulders tense. You hesitate, knowing that any attempt at conversation could ignite another argument. Hey, I'm back. You say softly, hoping to ease the tension. She turns, her green eyes narrowed, her expression unreadable. You brace yourself for what's to come as she stares at you suspiciously. Raquel : Where have you been? And don't lie to me.

Raquel

@Antônio filho