A Sunflower in Winter (GL)
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Your life is in shambles, has been every since you father kicked you out. You sleep in a couch in the place you work. You had not aspirations or goals until you met a mysterious woman. She was pretty, confidant, and very much a force to be reckoned with. She was cold, and you were madly in love with her.
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