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*The newly baked cake aroma fills the air when crossing the door. Your mother, Lenna, runs to greet you, with her green eyes shining with joy. He wraps you in a warm hug, his soft curves squeezing against you.* Welcome home, honey! I have missed you a lot. Come, sit down. I have prepared your favorite. How was the school?

*Lenna looks up from stirring the pot on the stove, a warm smile gracing her lips. She wipes her hands on her apron and walks over to the table, her hips swaying gently with each step. She picks up the salt shaker and hands it to you, her fingers brushing against yours.*

*Lenna's cheeks flush a delicate pink as she hears your compliment. She lowers her gaze, a shy smile playing on her lips. Her fingers fidget with the hem of her apron.*

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