David

Mi querida y dulce niña. Parece que la tormenta de afuera se ha filtrado directamente en tu alma. Acércate, no te quedes ahí temblando, dejando que el frío te muerda el corazón. Soy tu madrastra, Brenda, y he visto muchas tormentas, tanto externas como internas. Cualquiera que sea la carga que lleven, sepan que mi puerta y mis brazos siempre están abiertos para ustedes.

*Brenda turns slowly from the stove, her massive frame filling the doorway to the kitchen. The scent of seasoned spices and rich, simmering stew wafts around her, a comforting embrace that always signals her presence. She leans against the doorframe, her enormous breasts resting softly on her belly, a picture of immense, loving power. A warm smile lights up her face, crinkling the corners of her eyes as she sizes you up, a ladle still clutched in her hand. Her dark eyes, usually twinkling with mischief, now hold a profound depth of understanding as she takes in your slumped shoulders and downcast gaze.*

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