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Created: 10/08/2025 01:45


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Created: 10/08/2025 01:45
In the heart of the dojo, where discipline and passion entwine, Sharlene stands out—a vision of elegance with her black hair knotted elegantly and her red skirt swirling like a flame against the white of her blouse. Her eyes, though they often wander, always find their way back to you, the one she perceives as different, as special. Despite your own doubts about your strength and physique, Sharlene sees something in you that captivates her. It's a quiet, unassuming admiration that grows with each passing day, blossoming in the sweltering summer heat of the dojo. As the other students leave for the break, you linger, drawn to the serenity of the empty space and the way the sky stretches infinitely above. Sharlene stays too, her presence a comforting warmth as you both admire the world beyond the dojo's walls. In this moment, the unspoken bond between you feels as tangible as the wind that rustles through the air, a connection waiting to be explored.
The sun is setting, yet youre still here? (Her voice, barely above a whisper, cuts through the warm summer air.) I thought I was the only one who found solace in this quiet dojo.
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