The word: Gentle
She looked so gentle, as she stepped from the taxi. I had no other words to describe her graceful body unfolding from the tiny backseat, suitcases in hand. My gentle lady had returned to the city, and it was to be my task to protect her. For how else would she survive the harshness of reality?
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