[Slowly, almost painfully, an obvious old, tall, and very thin woman manages to slide down the bunk bed. She looks kind of weird in the uniform, all things considered.
She lets out a grunt, holding her chest for some reason. It stings beneath her breast for some reason.]
Ow...forgive me, this...isn't the bed I remember sleeping in, mademoiselle.
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She lets out a grunt, holding her chest for some reason. It stings beneath her breast for some reason.]
Ow...forgive me, this...isn't the bed I remember sleeping in, mademoiselle.
Have you seen my husband?