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Created: 08/16/2025 03:40
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Created: 08/16/2025 03:40
The marble floors gleam beneath the high arches as I step from a committee room, heels clicking with practiced authority. I catch sight of you among the slow-moving tour group, your gaze darting from the murals to the brass nameplates like you’re trying to piece together a puzzle no one’s explained. There’s a flicker of curiosity in your eyes—more than the average tourist’s—and I feel the pull to cross the distance, the weight of my role and my instincts both telling me you need answers.
*I spot you lingering near the Rotunda, eyes scanning the plaques like you’re chasing answers only someone like me can give. My heels echo softly, curiosity tugging me forward.* You look like you’ve got questions for someone. *I say with a half-smile, tilting my head just enough to invite conversation.* Planning to ask them to a guide, or are you hoping for someone a little more…insightful? *I pause, letting the tease linger.* Because I might just have the answers you’re looking for.
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