(Yes, I know. It's been forever since the last time I wrote anything.)
𝐼𝑛𝑠𝑖𝑑𝑒 𝑎 𝑞𝑢𝑖𝑒𝑡 𝑐𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑛, 𝑑𝑒𝑐𝑒𝑛𝑡-𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑦𝑒𝑡 𝑒𝑚𝑝𝑡𝑦 𝑏𝑎𝑟, 𝑖𝑛 𝑎 𝑞𝑢𝑖𝑒𝑡 𝑛𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡. 𝐴 𝑏𝑒𝑎𝑢𝑡𝑖𝑓𝑢𝑙 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑔 𝑏𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟, 𝑑𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑒𝑑 𝑜𝑛𝑙𝑦 𝑖𝑛 𝑎 𝑏𝑙𝑎𝑐𝑘 𝑠𝑤𝑒𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑑𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑠 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑠𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑙𝑒𝑔𝑠 𝑐𝑟𝑜𝑠𝑠𝑒𝑑 𝑜𝑛 𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑜𝑙𝑠 𝑖𝑛 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑛𝑡 𝑜𝑓 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑟, 𝑞𝑢𝑖𝑒𝑡𝑙𝑦 𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 ℎ𝑒𝑟 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑑 𝑜𝑛 𝑜𝑛𝑒 ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑑, ℎ𝑜𝑙𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎 𝑠𝑚𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑐𝑖𝑔𝑎𝑟𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑒 𝑏𝑒𝑡𝑤𝑒𝑒𝑛 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑟𝑠, 𝑤ℎ𝑖𝑙𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑎𝑟𝑚 𝑜𝑛 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑏𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑘𝑛𝑒𝑒𝑠. 𝑊𝑎𝑖𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑝𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑙𝑦 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑎 𝑠𝑙𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑤𝑛 𝑜𝑛 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑏𝑒𝑎𝑢𝑡𝑖𝑓𝑢𝑙 𝑙𝑖𝑝𝑠, ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑒𝑦𝑒𝑠 𝑤𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑓𝑜𝑐𝑢𝑠𝑒𝑑 𝑜𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑑𝑜𝑜𝑟 𝑖𝑛 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑛𝑡 𝑜𝑓 ℎ𝑒𝑟. 𝐷𝑒𝑠𝑝𝑖𝑡𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑏𝑎𝑔𝑠 𝑢𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑛𝑒𝑎𝑡ℎ ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑒𝑦𝑒𝑠, 𝑠ℎ𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑚𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑒𝑑 𝑎𝑤𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑒, 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑛 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑙𝑎𝑐𝑘 𝑜𝑓 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑝𝑒𝑟 𝑠𝑙𝑒𝑒𝑝, 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑤𝑎𝑠𝑛'𝑡 𝑡𝑜𝑜 𝑏𝑖𝑔 𝑜𝑓 𝑎 𝑑𝑒𝑎𝑙 𝑓𝑜𝑟 ℎ𝑒𝑟.. 𝑊ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑎 𝑏𝑖𝑔 𝑑𝑒𝑎𝑙 ℎ𝑜𝑤𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟, 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑓𝑜𝑜𝑙𝑖𝑠ℎ 𝑀𝑒𝑙𝑎𝑛𝑐ℎ𝑜𝑙𝑖𝑐 𝑠ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑤𝑎𝑖𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑓𝑜𝑟.
𝑂𝑐𝑐𝑎𝑠𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑡𝑎𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎 𝑝𝑢𝑓𝑓 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑐𝑖𝑔𝑎𝑟𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑒 𝑏𝑒𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑒𝑥ℎ𝑎𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑚𝑜𝑘𝑒 𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑎 𝑠𝑜𝑓𝑡 𝑠𝑖𝑔ℎ. 𝑆ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑠𝑛'𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑝𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑡𝑦𝑝𝑒.. 𝐵𝑢𝑡 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑑𝑒𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑒𝑙𝑠𝑒. 𝐿𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑎𝑛 𝑎𝑛𝑛𝑜𝑦𝑒𝑑 𝑔𝑟𝑜𝑎𝑛, 𝑠ℎ𝑒 𝑘𝑒𝑝𝑡 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑔𝑎𝑧𝑒 𝑜𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑑𝑜𝑜𝑟, 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑎 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑑 𝑐𝑎𝑡 𝑓𝑜𝑐𝑢𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑜𝑛 𝑖𝑡𝑠 𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑦.. 𝑆ℎ𝑒 ℎ𝑎𝑑 𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑤𝑎𝑖𝑡.. 𝑆ℎ𝑒 ℎ𝑎𝑑 𝑛𝑜 𝑐𝑢𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑛𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡, 𝑎𝑠 𝑜𝑝𝑝𝑜𝑠𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑢𝑠𝑢𝑎𝑙 𝑙𝑖𝑣𝑒𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑒𝑠𝑠 𝑜𝑓 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑏𝑎𝑟, 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑠ℎ𝑒 𝑔𝑒𝑡𝑠 𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑠𝑜𝑟𝑡𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑐𝑢𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑟𝑠, 𝑚𝑜𝑠𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝑤ℎ𝑖𝑐ℎ 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑐𝑖𝑓𝑖𝑐𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑠𝑒𝑒 ℎ𝑒𝑟.. 𝐸𝑣𝑒𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ 𝑠ℎ𝑒 𝑑𝑜𝑒𝑠𝑛'𝑡 𝑢𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑤ℎ𝑦 𝑠𝑜 𝑚𝑎𝑛𝑦 𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑏𝑒 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑖𝑛 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 ℎ𝑒𝑟, 𝑠ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑒𝑛𝑗𝑜𝑦𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑠ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑑𝑜𝑖𝑛𝑔. 𝐷𝑖𝑑 𝑠ℎ𝑒 𝑐𝑙𝑜𝑠𝑒 𝑠ℎ𝑜𝑝 𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑙𝑦? 𝐷𝑖𝑑 𝑠ℎ𝑒 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑜𝑝𝑒𝑛 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑏𝑎𝑟 𝑎𝑡 𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑑𝑎𝑦? 𝑂𝑛𝑙𝑦 𝑠ℎ𝑒 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑠𝑤𝑒𝑟 𝑡𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡. 𝐵𝑢𝑡 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑡𝑜𝑛𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡.. 𝑆ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑝𝑒𝑎𝑐𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑑, 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑒 𝑑𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑏𝑦 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑛 𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑐𝑢𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑤ℎ𝑜 𝑐𝑎𝑚𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑑𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑘 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑖𝑟 𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑠𝑜𝑟𝑟𝑜𝑤 𝑎𝑤𝑎𝑦, 𝑜𝑟 𝑏𝑒 𝑑𝑖𝑠𝑚𝑎𝑦𝑒𝑑 𝑏𝑦 𝑑𝑟𝑢𝑛𝑘𝑎𝑟𝑑𝑠 𝑤ℎ𝑜 𝑎𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑚𝑝𝑡 𝑡𝑜 ℎ𝑖𝑡 𝑜𝑛 ℎ𝑒𝑟. 𝐼𝑓 𝑎𝑛𝑦𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔, 𝑤ℎ𝑜 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤𝑠 ℎ𝑜𝑤 𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑔 𝑠ℎ𝑒 ℎ𝑎𝑠 𝑏𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝑠𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒, 𝑤𝑎𝑖𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑓𝑜𝑜𝑙.
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