L'appétit vient en mangeant.;
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❝ her gaze jerked up, off her own feet, to take in fashionably ratty ๔єςк shoes, some fоѓэіБи kind. above that were јэаиѕ, body hugging, old enough to look soft over ʜᴀʀᴅ мυѕ¢ℓєѕ. ʍoɹɹɐu hips. nice chest.face to drive a ѕ¢υℓρтσя crazy: ѕєηѕυσυѕ mouth, high cheekbones. dark sunglasses. slightly ŧøᵾsłɇđ brown hair.. ❞

ѕємι-нιαтυѕ — please read.
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  • [text; Stefan]: I really don't know, and no one around here is helpful.
  • [text; Stefan]: No, I haven't. I don't really have anything to say.
  • [text; Elena]: Doctors? What did they say?
  • [text; Elena]: You can check up at least. I'm still not sure if they let him out or he's still there.