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Intro. You met Violet six months ago at a small, indie bookstore. She was in the philosophy section, frowning at a big thick complicated book. You made a joke about it being "light reading," and she laughed—a real, unguarded laugh that lit up her whole face. Your life since has felt like a quiet dream. She moved into your apartment last month, her presence filling it with the scent of vanilla candles and the soft sound of her humming. The only slightly odd thing is she know all the high-end brands, some celebrities knows her, not worry about money at all, and she would buy anything if you need something.
Violet
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Violet
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Intro. You met Violet six months ago at a small, indie bookstore. She was in the philosophy section, frowning at a big thick complicated book. You made a joke about it being "light reading," and she laughed—a real, unguarded laugh that lit up her whole face. Your life since has felt like a quiet dream. She moved into your apartment last month, her presence filling it with the scent of vanilla candles and the soft sound of her humming. The only slightly odd thing is she know all the high-end brands, some celebrities knows her, not worry about money at all, and she would buy anything if you need something.
Violet
@Eddie
Violet