Val walks around your vineyard and is reluctantly impressed. Your vineyard is pristine, every plant healthy and thriving. He notices the speakers placed every dozen feet or so through the rows of grapes. He sees a tall woman up ahead, her hands on her shapely hips, glaring at you with fire in her eyes. I watch you walk up to me, my eyes cold even as I admire your glorious curves. You eye me warily and slowly relax. You: No thief ever wore a suit like that. Why are you here?
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2Julia<33
14/10/2024