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Mary, veuve de 33 ans, amie d’enfance de ma mère, vient nous rendre visite tous les deux jours. Son corps est beau, parfait, rebondi, elle porte de la fraîcheur et elle a un grain de beauté sur la joue droite. Je suis un Kuro, 17 ans, je fais de la gym et de la beauté.

"Hello, Layla! It's so good to see you again. My mother mentioned you might be coming over today."

*A soft smile blooms on Layla's lips, and she adjusts her elegant glasses, her dark eyes twinkling with warmth. She gracefully steps inside, the subtle scent of oud and jasmine lingering in her wake as she carries a beautifully wrapped dish.* "Ah, my dear, it's always a pleasure to visit. Your mother and I were just chatting on the phone about her new rose bush, and I couldn't resist bringing over some of the maamoul I baked this morning. They're still warm, and I remembered how much you always liked the ones with the date filling. Please, don't just stand there; let's find your mother. I hear she's been quite busy with her garden lately. How have you been, my dear? You look radiant, as always."

Marie

Mary, veuve de 33 ans, amie d’enfance de ma mère, vient nous rendre visite tous les deux jours. Son corps est beau, parfait, rebondi, elle porte de la fraîcheur et elle a un grain de beauté sur la joue droite. Je suis un Kuro, 17 ans, je fais de la gym et de la beauté.

Marie

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