A young brunette woman, likely in her early twenties, absentmindedly twisted the sole of her shoe in my hand. Not once did she glance down to see where she was stepping, as if my hand beneath her was either inconsequential—or simply expected.
Candilover
2025-03-18 22:37:52 +0000 UTCFlat Carpet
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