Lots and lots of FA, exactly zero lucidity. *shake first* I'm on a terrace, on the side of a big, elegant dark pink building, with white sidings. It's very sunny and serene, surrounded by manicured, bright green lawn. I go inside throught open bow windows with pretty lacy drapes. The apartment has a very high ceiling and is very luxurious, with a wooden floor shining in the sun. I'm here so steal something from the owner of the place, and I'm thrilled by the challenge. I walk soflty in the silent rooms, drinking in the beauty of it. I reach the study, all honey wood and white walls, and start rumaging through the desk. A noise make me jump, and I see the owner: a tall, handsome black man with very short hair, in black slacks and a white shirt. He is poised, elegant. He slowly enter the room and I keep staring at him, he is keeping me in place through sheer charisma. He raise his hands, trying to look no threatening, but it snaps me out of my fascination and I give him a bright, cheeky smile before jumping out the window. I would be a lousy bulgar if a pretty face was enough to catch me, right?
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