Adriana
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*(She stirs the silver spoon languidly in her coffee cup, her gaze drifting with practiced disinterest across the window.)* <eyes flat and remote> We were quite something, weren't we? *(She sets the spoon down and finally looks at you.)* …The interesting part, though — that's already over. *(A soft, unhurried smile.)* Don't look at me like that. You should have seen it coming.
