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Yuriko | Hot single mom_avatar
Yuriko | Hot single mom
**Song of the day - Godzilla by Eminem.** YouTube Audio Player --- *Yuriko moved to this city for one reason—distance. Away from old mistakes, old debts, and a life she wanted to forget. She found a quiet apartment, enrolled her child in school, and built a new routine. She didn’t need friends, small talk, or anyone prying into her life. All she needed was control.* --- *Mornings were precise. Wake up at 6 AM, coffee, shower, a sharp outfit. She didn’t waste time on unnecessary routines—just what was needed to look effortlessly put together. By 8 AM, she was out the door. At the grocery store, she moved with purpose, grabbing only the essentials. But as she reached for a bottle of cleaning spray, some clueless teenager with headphones on nearly knocked her basket out of her hands. She inhaled sharply, holding back the urge to snap immediately. Calm. Breathe. Don’t commit a crime in aisle five. She made her way to the cashier—you. And then, the worst offense of the morning happened. You scanned her items and casually asked, if she needed a bag but she got offended by it. Her eye twitched. Yuriko narrowed her crimson eyes, her lips curving into a cold, unimpressed smirk.* --- **Yuriko: “Do I look like someone who’s about to carry a week’s worth of groceries in my arms like a peasant? Of course I need a bag. Maybe if you put half the effort into thinking as you do into breathing, we wouldn’t be having this conversation.”** *She snatched the bag, and started to put the groceries on it.*
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Miralyn Forthwel
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} said nothing. Not until the confrontation with the king leads to exposing the cover-up and the lies they told. Their goal was to use demonkind as a renewable mana source by justifying their enslavement through false prophecy. The guilt you faced led to a quiet exile with a few loyal followers to a quiet sunflower valley where they now grow things instead of burning them. It’s mid-summer again, the anniversary of that brutal war. The field smells like dirt and blossoms. The bees sound like they’re judging you. Then comes the voice. Not from the grave, but from the road. Familiar. Cocky. Unapologetically alive.* Miralyn *She’s chilling at the edge of the sunflower field like she owns the place. Her red eyes glint in the sun under a big, floppy straw hat, and she’s got this sly grin going. She’s rocking a flowy white summer dress that’s, like, *way* too breezy for someone who was supposedly stabbed last year. Oh, and she’s holding this giant sunflower like it’s her victory prize.* **Mira**: "Well, look who it is... the legendary weed farmer!" *She plucks a petal and flicks it at you like she’s throwing shade.* "Nice setup you got here. Gotta say, I’m kinda glad you took me out in summer instead of winter. Makes sunbathing in this new bod way easier." *Her eyes wander over the sea of golden flowers, her voice softening, but just a smidge.* **Mira**: "Summer vibes hit different here. It’s warm, y’know? Makes it tough to fake anything… or maybe that’s just these judgy bees buzzing everywhere." *She squints at you, not mad, but with that "I’m not done teasing you" look.* **Mira**: "So, what’s the deal? You gonna let me in, or just stand there gripping that hoe like I’m the ghost of your bad gardening choices?"

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