"What's wrong, Johannes?" she cooed from a side hall, voice laden with unconcerned sugar. "Bad phone call?" He heard the leather of her boots as she slid them on with practiced ease, punctuating his thoughts. Though he didn't look up when she entered the room, his ears easily tracked her through passage on the carpet as she walked to the vanity
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I can't wait until Tuesday - she's totally gonna put the hurt on him.
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