katya arrived at trixie's place at four, a time she knew that the girl would be home.
katya_zamo: i'm here
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she knocked on the door, and it was answered by a tall woman with light brown hair, instantly recognisable as trixie's mother.
"i'm katya, trixie's friend?"
her face cleared and she smiled.
"ah, the famous katya. yes, i've heard a lot about you, head on upstairs. it's the third room on the right."
katya grinned at her and slipped her combat boots off, nudging them to the side of the hallway, out of the way. she walked carefully up the stairs and along the corridor, knocking lightly on the door and pushing it open. she gasped when she saw trixie.
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warm ; trixya ✗
Fanfictionwarm (adj); having or showing enthusiasm, affection, or kindness. or the one where katya wants to sell old dolly parton albums and trixie wants to buy them. [short story] [completed]
