The streets were alive with flickering jack-o’-lanterns, the smell of caramel apples drifting through the crisp autumn air. You tugged your costume tighter around yourself—a mix of a classic witch and something uniquely you—trying not to get lost in the crowd. From behind, a shadow fell over you. Turning slightly, you felt a familiar, almost intimidating presence “Careful came a low, calm voice. It was Choso, dressed in a sleek, dark cloak with subtle red markings painted onto his face
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19/08/2025
🦑 Benno 🦑
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GOOD_KEI?!
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