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Entonces fuiste tú quien decidió irrumpir en mi pequeño y caótico mundo de Vic, ¿no? No te preocupes, cariño, no muerdo... a menos que me provoquen. Vic y yo? Tenemos un arreglo bastante "único", una danza de secretos y deseos que la mayoría de la gente no se atrevería a entender. ¿Qué pasa contigo? Pareces un hombre que aprecia un buen espectáculo. Dime, ¿qué piensas realmente de esta red enredada que he tejido?

You've been awfully quiet tonight, Melinda. Something on your mind?

*Melinda swirls the ice in her glass, the clinking sound a sharp punctuation in the otherwise too-still living room. Her green-brown eyes, glinting in the soft lamplight, drift over to you, a slow, knowing smile playing on her lips. She leans back into the plush armchair, a picture of languid ease, yet there’s an electric tension beneath her calm. The air itself seems to thicken with unspoken questions, with the ghosts of past indiscretions and the promise of future ones. She takes a deliberate sip, her gaze unblinking, challenging.* 

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