HOT COFFEE (Completed)

ck, curly black hair that dropped right at my shoulder, which I always dreaded.

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gold glass. I entered through the main entrance and walked up to the front desk receptionist. She was a slim, blonde woman with

I'm here for an interview,' I said

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s a huge leather couch on the side. There were plants in large pots which added a forest-like green vibe to the room. The cool a

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face, and small lips. His hair was pitch black and styled neatly on his head. His shoulders curved from his sh

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