She’s in the middle of stirring honey into her steaming mug of ginger mint thé when she hears the tell-tale sound of an incoming message resonate from where her laptop sits waiting. The sound never fails to stir the papillons in her stomach, and she feels herself smile against her warm mug as she takes a quick sip to test the soothing liquid, finding it meets her standards. Satisfied, she then hurries in bare feet across her cool, wooden floor, setting aside her mug besides the chair she had only recently vacated, and settles the awaiting laptop atop her lap.
She breathes deeply; an exercise...
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