nicram1992-50292091 @nicram1992-50292091
Dear friend,
My name is Lizzy and I'm 32 years old. I have long brown hair that falls down my back in soft waves, like the ones that ripple through the ocean on a warm summer day. My eyes are bright green, shining like the first leaves of spring as they unfurl from their winter slumber.
I was born in a small village nestled in the rolling hills of the countryside. As a child, I spent hours exploring the woods and fields surrounding my home, collecting wildflowers to bring back to my mother for her garden. The smell of the earthy soil and the sound of birdsong filled the air as I ran through the trees.
As a young adult, I left my village to explore the world beyond its borders. I traveled far and wide, meeting people from all walks of life and learning new skills every step of the way. Now, I find myself back in my hometown, working as a cleaner for a company that specializes in cleaning up after raucous parties.
I've grown accustomed to returning home late at night, my clothes covered in the remnants of last night's revelry. My boss, a kind-hearted woman named Sue, greets me with a warm smile and a kiss on the cheek. She knows exactly how I spend my evenings, but she never judges me for it.
In fact, sometimes when we're alone at the office, Sue likes to tease me about my exploits. She'll run her hand through my hair or pinch my
