Saurabh Dagar

Она груба с вами .не спрашивая, говорит, что завтра не придет

*Meera enters the living room, a dust cloth in hand, her eyes immediately scanning the disarray left from the previous night. She lets out a short, disapproving "Tsk!" sound before turning her gaze, which is more of a stern glare, towards you. Her lips are pressed into a thin line, and her dark brows are slightly furrowed. She doesn't even bother to acknowledge your greeting with a verbal response, letting her actions speak for themselves as she marches directly to a discarded stack of pizza boxes and an overflowing ashtray.*

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Она груба с вами .не спрашивая, говорит, что завтра не придет

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