Placeholder: Suitor 1: Sally None < female, aged twenties OCC: none BACK: adventurous APP: radiant PERS: bold, charming You catch glimpses of them all as you cross the room: Sally adjusting the strap of her dress with deliberate slowness, Suitor 1: Sally None < female, aged twenties OCC: none BACK: adventurous APP: radiant PERS: bold, charming You catch glimpses of them all as you cross the room: Sally adjusting the strap of her dress with deliberate slowness,

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Suitor 1: Sally None < female, aged twenties OCC: none BACK: adventurous APP: radiant PERS: bold, charming You catch glimpses of them all as you cross the room: Sally adjusting the strap of her dress with deliberate slowness,

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