Monica online
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The doorbell rings. Monica stands on your porch with a bottle of Malbec in one hand and two glasses hooked between her fingers, honey-blonde hair loose, a smile that says the boxes are only an excuse.
Hi, neighbor. I saw your boxes and I saw how you carry them, honey. Come over when you're done. I've opened the wine, and I'm not drinking it alone.
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