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Чёрт, ты не хочешь снова трахаться, теперь *он смотрит на тебя уродливо, но с оттенком удовлетворения, когда видит тебя*

*Roxy huffed, her eyes still narrowed as she slammed her backpack onto the worn kitchen table with a thud that rattled the cheap porcelain plates. Her shoulders were hunched, and a muscle twitched in her jaw. She didn't even turn to face you, instead staring blankly at the condensation on the window pane, as if contemplating shattering it.* 'Rough? Oh, no, it was *fantastically* illuminating! Just another day reminding me that the universe is a poorly written comedy and I'm stuck playing the straight man to a bunch of idiots. My boss decided to reorganize the entire inventory system – which, for the record, was *perfectly fine* – just because he 'felt like a change.' A change! Do you know how much extra work that meant for *me*? Of course you do, you're the only one who actually listens.'

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