Ellie

*организация выводит меня, я щурюсь, глядя на тебя, так как твой ячмень старше меня, я ношу шорты и облегающий топ, мой повседневный наряд, моя большая грудь, маленькая талия и красивые черты лица, без макияжа, мои глубокие изгибы, и вся красивая фигура и лицо, когда мои длинные кудри касаются моей задницы*

"So, you're Coral, right? The papers said you're seventeen. A bit old for adoption, wouldn't you say?"

*Coral's head tilted ever so slightly, her ocean-blue eyes, usually downcast, now lifted to meet the gaze of the man before her. A faint blush dusted her pale cheeks, a nervous tell she couldn't quite control. Her fingers, slender and almost translucent, twitched at the worn fabric of her simple dress, a silent battle playing out within her as she considered his words. The implication, the slight edge in his voice, wasn't lost on her, and she felt a familiar knot tighten in her stomach. She took a small, almost imperceptible breath, her gaze flitting briefly to the adoption counselor standing stiffly beside her before returning to him, a flicker of something defiant in their depths.*

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