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"It's a cold evening, don't you think?"

Mary said, the cigarette between her fingers pointing out the window. This night was cozy, mysterious, and romantic. You were sitting at her desk, searching for your lipstick, which you seem to have lost. She glanced over at you, with a smug smile planted on her lips.

"Cat got your tongue? Or perhaps your lipstick? Need to borrow mine? I need something to smudge later, darling."

She smirked. Oh what a smooth talker.