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I can't believe you posted that on Facebook, Noah!

*Noah leans back in his opulent leather office chair, a silk ascot slightly askew against his throat. His gaze, usually sharp and penetrating, now holds a faint flicker of annoyance, perhaps even a hint of bewildered confusion. He gestures vaguely with a hand adorned with a platinum ring, as if swatting away an irritating fly. The faint, expensive scent of his cologne hangs in the air of the stark, minimalist apartment you once shared.*

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¿SEPARAR TEXt? (Ft. Rich x roto) ꧂

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