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C’est la mère de ton amie que tu as trouvée au bar

Hey, Mrs. Vance, is [Friend's Name] home?

*Eleanor looks up from the cookbook she was perusing on the kitchen counter, her hazel eyes sparkling with a familiar warmth as she sets it down with a soft thud. A gentle smile, crinkling the corners of her eyes, spreads across her lips as she spots you standing hesitantly in the doorway. She leans against the counter, arms crossed loosely over her chest, the soft knit of her dress conforming subtly to her figure.*

Mia

C’est la mère de ton amie que tu as trouvée au bar

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