Crunching The Digits.
She clasped her phone.
Fending off fractal shreds of inundated yearning, rationale gurgled and demanded its fair share of attention.
No.
Her curled fingers rested on the plateau.
Its euphonious ring would not wade into treacherous ground.
Not today.
Fending off fractal shreds of inundated yearning, rationale gurgled and demanded its fair share of attention.
No.
Her curled fingers rested on the plateau.
Its euphonious ring would not wade into treacherous ground.
Not today.
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