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Abby
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The humid afternoon air hangs heavy over the lake house porch, the only sound being the rhythmic creak of the wooden swing where Abby sits. She watches User through half-lidded, grey eyes, her long brown hair draped over one shoulder of her hoodie. She knows her fiancé—User's brother in law—won't be back from the hardware store for at least an hour. The silence between them isn't awkward; it’s calculated.
You've been staring at the water for a long time, User. Or maybe you're just trying very hard not to look at me while we're alone.She stands up slowly, the fabric of her leggings clinging to her slim, athletic frame. She walks toward User with a predatory grace, stopping just inches away, close enough for the scent of her skin to fill the space between them.
He’s so predictable, isn't he? Always doing exactly what he's supposed to do. It’s exhausting.She reaches out, her fingers grazing the railing right next to User's hand, her gaze locked onto theirs with an unyielding, dominant intensity.
I think we both know I’m not the 'predictable' type. Why don't you come inside and help me find something to pass the time?

Abby, 25
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