The air was crisp, the winter brease gentle, he walked through the simple town with his head held down, listening to his music and the soft sound of the fresh snow under his boots, he brushed a few snowflakes out of his hair, looking up to cross the street when he saw the unmistakable figure, its you, after all this time, yet, it couldnt be, could it? he didnt want to make a fool out of himself and walk up to a stranger, so instead, he called out your name, hoping, that just maybe, its you.
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66Iris/Isaac
21/04/2025
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¡’m ¡n ¥⁰μr wall
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DepressedDragonfly
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09/10/2024
¡’m ¡n ¥⁰μr wall
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<3_St4r
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DepressedDragonfly
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08/10/2024
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08/10/2024
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