Bikini
Dahlia’s Christmas Boredom
The snow kept falling, thick and slow, blanketing the outside world in silence. It stacked against the windows in soft drifts, glowing faintly in the light that poured out from inside. Dahlia stood at the edge of it all, the biggest window in her living room swallowing the wall behind her, framing her in white and gold and blinking red from the Christmas tree that glowed a few feet away. Her body was lit by the warm lights, the soft bulbs catching on bare skin, every line of her shown off by the thinnest strips of red.
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