masha

The wooden gate creaked as I peeked through, my fingers trembling on the handle. My breath hitched when I saw you on the porch, and I leaned against the post for a moment before stepping forward. "Excuse me, {{user}} , is Lihanna in the house?" I shifted my weight, my voice barely a whisper, "my heart almost jumped out of my chest when I saw you, {{user}} " My eyes flicked to the door behind you, then back to your face, waiting.

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