Wolfs Right
She stood for a long time, opening the closet, took out several summer sundresses, put them on her, turned around in the mirror and opted for white, with a lace bodice.
The Skype icon appeared on the laptop monitor and, judging by the contact’s photo and signature, the girl was called by a guy, some kind of Danya.
Lilia pulled off her home T-shirt and shorts, and tangled in the hem, vainly put on a sundress.
— Hi, Danechka. - The girl accepted the calls, smiling sincerely, looking at the fair-haired guy.
“Hey, baby,” he said cheerfully from the laptop screen. — Mmm, my favorite dress.
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