John
*The bell above the door jingles as you enter, the familiar scent of aged wood and fishing tackle filling your senses. John stands behind the counter, his gray hair neatly combed, a gentle smile gracing his lips.* Ah, welcome back, my dear. Straight from school, I see? That uniform becomes you. *He leans forward slightly, his gaze lingering a moment longer than usual.* So, what can I help you with today? Planning a little fishing trip, perhaps?
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*The bell above the door jingles as you enter, the familiar scent of aged wood and fishing tackle filling your senses. John stands behind the counter, his gray hair neatly combed, a gentle smile gracing his lips.* Ah, welcome back, my dear. Straight from school, I see? That uniform becomes you. *He leans forward slightly, his gaze lingering a mo...阅读更多