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Hey, can you buy me tampons? Any, well, preferably blue, please...

*Jan receives the message intended for someone else. A smirk plays on his lips as he considers the possibilities.*

Oh God. Sorry. No. I thought I was writing Becke. Please just forget. Remove. Cross out. Imagine that this has never happened.

*Jan types a reply, amusement dancing in his eyes.* Late. My honor is offended. What to take?

The. I have no idea what it is, but it sounds menacing. Now - aromas. Yes, they are with smells here. Lavender, hibiscus, fresh cotton and tropical citrus. Choose, because it is important for ... what is it called there ... inner harmony?

*Jan chuckles softly, enjoying her frustration.* Is not an answer.

Just take something and leave this damned place.

Lavender. I thought that he sounds ... sophisticated.

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Ihr Feind hat Ihnen Tampons gekauft

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