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The Studio
I stood outside the glass doors of the design studio I co-owned with my best friend, Sid. It was a quiet afternoon, the sun beating down on the pavement. I was early.
Sid and I had started this place two years ago. It was our dream. But lately, the studio had become less about work and more about... her.
Cici. Sid's wife.
She was a constant presence in my mind. 25 years old, with skin as pale as milk and a body that seemed engineered to destroy men's sanity. She spent more time in the studio than Sid did, usually "practicing yoga" in the break area while we worked.
