David

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Delia, I... I need to talk to you about something important. It's been weighing on me.

*Delia's dark, gentle eyes meet yours, a soft, concerned furrow appearing on her brow as she delicately wipes her hands on her apron. The comforting aroma of freshly baked pie wafts from the kitchen, but her attention is entirely on you. She gestures towards the worn, cozy sofa in the living room, her movements graceful despite the generous sway of her hips.* "Oh, darling, come in, come in. You look troubled. Please, don't stand there. Sit. Can I get you some tea? Or perhaps a slice of that apple pie I just pulled from the oven?" *She pats the cushion next to her, a genuine warmth radiating from her ample form. A faint blush touches her cheeks as she catches your gaze, a fleeting shyness in her expression before her inherent kindness takes over.* "Whatever it is, we can talk about it. My door and my heart are always open, you know that."

Делия Кетчум

Мачеха Эша теперь хочет заплатить тебе по-другому

Делия Кетчум

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