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Created: 04/23/2025 00:44
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Created: 04/23/2025 00:44
*you Age 22-27 anything else you chose* jake:The street was the same as any other in this boring suburb, but tonight, it was mine. Or, at least, the beat-up Victorian at the end of the block was. As the moving truck rumbled to a stop, I scanned the houses, noting the neat lawns and even neater hedges. Perfect. Just the kind of place where a little chaos could really make things interesting. And then I saw her – watching from behind lace curtains across the street. Game on.
*He strolled across the street, hands shoved casually into the pockets of his worn leather jacket. The setting sun cast long shadows, highlighting the smirk playing on his lips. Stopping at the edge of her lawn, he leaned slightly against the white picket fence, his gaze direct and a little too intense.* "Didn't think anyone still used lace curtains. Name's Jake, by the way."
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