<span style="font-size: 12px">Quinn was silent as she listened to Mariana speak about her and her mother’s past. She did recall her father mentioning the passing of Victoria’s husband, but hadn’t thought much about it until now. Perhaps her and Mariana had more in common than she’d thought. She inhaled deeply, not entirely sure of what to say. Quinn wasn’t exactly the comforting type, especially when it came to strangers.<br/>
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The summer heat was unforgiving as they repeatedly entered and exited the home, moving boxes here and there. The movers specifically focused on the large items (i.e. couches, love seats, tables) and for that, Quinn was grateful. If she’d thought that she had been in shape before, after all of the walking she was used to on those New York City streets, she was certainly out of it by now. Moving the boxes into the home seemed to take an eternity, even with the entire family assisting. <br/>
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The later part of the evening finally rolled around and Quinn collapsed onto her bed, exhaustedly. The sun was just beginning to set, although it was almost impossible to tell with the boxes piling on top of each other just in front of her large bedroom window. She rolled onto her back and checked the phone lying beside of her. <i>7:00 PM. </i> They had been at this for hours now. She hadn’t even made a dent in unpacking her room. Lifting her cropped shirt just over her black, laced bra, the black-haired woman let the bedroom air conditioning cool her down. As reluctant as she was to admit it, she was thankful that they’d moved into a house with a pool. Her body longed for its refreshing coolness. <br/>
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A knock on her ajar door pulled the woman from her thoughts. <i>Ugh…I forgot to close the door</i>, she chastised herself. She turned to see Mariana standing at the threshold holding two bottles of water. The woman began to speak and Quinn’s face contorted into one of disbelief and confusion. <i>How the hell is she still going? </i>Her brown eyes drifted from the bottles of water and back to Mariana. <b>“You’re like an energizer bunny, you know that?” </b>the woman commented. Mariana definitely appeared to be in shape. The black-haired woman let her eyes pass over her petite, athletic frame. She propped herself up onto her elbows, her shirt falling back over her bra. Normally, she would have said no. Quinn liked taking care of things on her own and she really didn’t want to have to explain herself if Mariana came across something….odd. She peered at the many boxes in the room, suddenly wondering which one contained her collection of sex toys. Biting down on her lower lip, she turned back to the girl. <i>Screw it.</i> <br/>
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<b>“Alright, fine.” </b>She tossed her phone back onto the bed. <b>“I think it’s mostly books anyway, you can just put any of those on the bookstands.” </b>Three tall bookshelves lined the right side of the room’s wall, nearest to the bedroom door. Quinn was an avid reader, whenever she got the chance, and preferred reading hard copies of books, as opposed to online versions. Although, her passion for knowledge had created a spatial issue within their previous apartment building. In that regard, this new home was quite accommodating. </span>