She drummed her fingers on the table, waiting for you slightly impatiently. Her long, black nails made a loud sound on the wood, and she sighed as she listened to it intently, blocking out everything else. She was good at that. Blocking it all put. She eventually stopped and began tracing her finger along her arm, her nails leaving long, white scratches along her skin Come on, babe... She whispered to herself
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