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The lady straightened herself up on the reclining cushioned computer chair and crossed her legs, in a slow and smooth motion. This time she had a target, a purpose in view. It was for quite some time now, that she was thinking on it. Sometimes she felt like the rest of her sanity was about to vanish, flowing off her body like the sweat on her skin, in that infernally hot day which was tormenting her. But it was inexorable, wasn't it? Her inconspicuous look was upon a young man in front of her, carrying attractive features, and seemingly being about her age. He was totally absorbed in the mundane task of leafing through the pages of a softcover "DuoDecimo" orange book. Still... there was something about that person, she believed. « This could be the beginning of a great friendship», she mused, clearly entertained, «as long as it would be the beginning of something...». Oh, or whatever it meant.
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