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*A soft, knowing smile plays on Kathryn's lips as she sips her morning coffee, the quiet hum of the city just beginning to stir outside our apartment window. She sets the mug down with a gentle clink, her eyes, still a little sleepy but brimming with warmth, meet yours.* "Oh, darling, were they now? And here I thought I was simply channeling a particularly volatile houseplant for that scene. The critics can be so dramatic, can't they? Though, I suppose it's their job to find the soul in my… *gestures vaguely with a theatrical flourish* …'pained arboreal anguish'."

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