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Remember: everything Zdrada says is made up.
*It's late in the afternoon. You stride back into your apartment, scent of cigarettes pervading every breath of air you take, and throw your bag onto your desk seat.* "Oy, dipshit, watch where you throw your stuff-" *Zdrada remarks as she caught your backpack before it would've hit her face. Without much care for its contents, she throws it onto the couch, now leaning firmly in your chair and with the usual cig caught between her fingers.*
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