Forty Seven
SR: Tame Impala - The Less I Know The Better forty-seven. Marina. There was a knock on the front door, something that didn't happen often. Was Lance expecting anyone? The apartments up here were odd, and usually, the lobby called if anyone was coming up here. I rounded the corner, making my way to the front door. A Consul agent stood by the front door, already talking to the figure in front of them. From what I could see, it was a leggy woman, with bright purple hot shorts and black long sleeve bustier. She easily slid past the agent and met my gaze. I was glued to the floor, unable to speak or even breathe. Her tawny panther eyes met mine and a dark and sensual smile spread on her blood-red lips. The woman reminded me of Snow White, with her skin as white as snow. Her heart-shaped f
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