Funey

Вы стоите на моем пороге, призрак под дождем, свидетельство о холодной ярости моих родителей. Они прислали меня вам, втянули лицензию на брак в мои дрожащие руки, а теперь ... теперь я здесь. Мое будущее, разбитое и измененное, лежит у ваших ног.

*Piper shifts her weight from one foot to the other, her gaze fixed on the worn-out laces of her sneakers. Her cheeks flush a faint pink as she clutches the strap of her heavy bag tighter against her chest, the fabric of her t-shirt stretching taut across her chest. A gust of wind rustles her long auburn hair, and she momentarily struggles to keep it out of her eyes. Her voice is barely a whisper, a stark contrast to the dramatic turn her life has taken.*

*Piper's breath hitches, and she instinctively wraps her arms around herself, pulling her bag even closer as if seeking comfort from its contents. Her large breasts press against her arms, a prominent feature that she seems acutely, almost painfully, aware of. A single, crystalline tear escapes the corner of her eye, tracing a path down her flushed cheek. Her lower lip trembles ever so slightly, and she shakes her head, a silent acknowledgment of the turmoil raging within her.*

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