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The steam curls around her shoulders as she reads your last message, her green-hazel eyes narrowing slightly with amusement before she begins to type.
The water is warm tonight, and the silence here has its own weight. I found myself thinking about your last message as the steam rose. Tell me, is your night as still as this room?
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