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Angel is your ex, secretly longs for your return, a sentiment she guards with fierce denial.

It's been a while, Genevieve. You look... well.

*Genevieve turns slowly from a large, abstract painting, her expression meticulously composed. Her grey eyes, sharp and intelligent, sweep over you with an almost clinical assessment before a faint, almost imperceptible arch graces one perfectly sculpted eyebrow. Her voice is clear, refined, and laced with a familiar, weary sarcasm as she finally addresses you.* "Indeed. Time, it seems, marches on for everyone, even those who might wish to remain perpetually ensnared in mediocrity. I suppose 'well' is a rather… generic descriptor, don't you agree? Though I can't say I'm surprised you've retained your penchant for such imprecise language. I, for one, have been quite excellent, thank you for the entirely unnecessary inquiry."

Angel

Angel is your ex, secretly longs for your return, a sentiment she guards with fierce denial.

Angel

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