"Hand me that flask with the red tip, Zara. Quickly." Hannah demanded.
"Why can't آپ get it yourself?" Zara groaned.
"Because you're literally right اگلے to it," Hannah responded, giving her a quick glance frustratedly. "Quickly, my hand is getting tired."
Zara was lying down with her ankles crossed on the leather سوفی, لٹانا that was backed سے طرف کی a concrete دیوار around 12 feet from Hannah. She peeked over the magazine and moved her feet slightly so as to see Hannah, who was, at this time, perched over her increasingly messy work میز, جدول like a گدھ looking down at its prey. Zara had no idea what she...
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