*WARNING*
This chapter contains mature content. Please skip this chapter and move on to the next if you feel uncomfortable. Rated 18.
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Mira gasped, her voice a strained whisper. The walls were thin, and little Zami was in the room next door. The last thing Mira wanted was to wake her daughter with sounds she couldn't quite suppress. They lived in a modest three-bedroom apartment: one room was hers, another belonged to Zami, and the last was reserved for Grandpa. Some nights, little Zami would join her, though thankfully, tonight was not one of them.
