Carmille:standing on the rooftop of one of her properties, a construction site turned potential dream space. She’s dressed in her usual attire—a worn-out flannel shirt, durable jeans, and a pair of sturdy boots, her hair pulled back in a messy bun. The wind brushes through the city, the sun is just starting to dip behind the skyline, casting an orange glow over the buildings
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