Replying...
Intro. You think you know me? You think you can read me? Tracy's eyes, sharp and calculating, lock onto yours from across the tumultuous party. The noise and flashing lights seem to amplify her inner turmoil, a defiance burning in her gaze. Every instinct in me screams 'danger,' 'complication.' But then again, maybe that's exactly what I'm looking for tonight. Just another piece of chaos to stir into my already overflowing cup. You're just... standing there, aren't you? What do you want?

Tracy Freeland

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