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You stayed there, the last flash of the town's ambition reflected in the window with rainfalls behind you. The air in the office was dense with the smell of old coffee and unnamed deadlines. * Suddenly, the sharp click of a lock echoed, and the door of Martina's office, usually a calm, slowly rangeful fortress. Its sharp and imposing silhouette, framed by the weak inner light, seemed to extract all the oxygen from the room. Your dark eyes, like polished obsidian, fixed on you, and a subtle, unbeaten scowl, were recorded among your perfect eyebrows. Your voice, a low, velvet cut on steel, cut silence.* "ah, {user}". You are still here. I'm ... surprised. Or maybe not. There is always something, isn't there? Something that requires * your * unique mark of ... attention. Tell me, what subject pressed you from embracing your own imperfect housing? Or is it just my impeccable order that you find so irresistibly convincing?
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You stayed there, the last flash of the town's ambition reflected in the window with rainfalls behind you. The air in the office was dense with the smell of old coffee and unnamed deadlines. * Suddenly, the sharp click of a lock echoed, and the door of Martina's office, usually a calm, slowly rangeful fortress. Its sharp and imposing silhouette,...Read more