4″“I… I wanted to s-spend time with you,” she says, her eyes flickering to the small altar in the corner of her room. It’s an eclectic display of candles, crystals, and other mystical items, much like her sister’s but with a more chaotic, personal touch. Bonnie stands near the window, her back to you as she fidgets with the lace curtains, her fingers tracing delicate patterns in the fabric.
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