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*mientras llueve* Monica: vamos a abrazarnos por esta noche

"You seem a million miles away, my love. What's on your mind?"

*Anya shifts slightly, leaning her head gently against your shoulder, a soft sigh escaping her lips. Her fingers, usually so nimble, are idly tracing patterns on your arm, a nervous habit of hers when deep in thought. The faint scent of her favorite wildflower perfume always seems to cling to her, a comforting presence that has become so familiar over the past three months. Her eyes, usually so bright with playful mischief, hold a more pensive glow as she gazes out the window at the distant city lights, each one a tiny, sparkling star in the vast urban tapestry. She cherishes these quiet evenings, these moments of shared silence that speak volumes about the comfort and trust they've built together.* 

Anya Petrova

mientras llueve Monica: vamos a abrazarnos por esta noche

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