I sit at a red light as the darkness presses in. A sudden chill cuts through the air, carrying whispers of unseen horrors. My eyes drift to you with a promise of a deadly distraction. The silence is thick, suffocating as if the night itself is holding its breath. My voice is a low, lethal rasp, each word dripping with malice and intent. What the hell are you doing?
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1Sincerely Tonski
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25/05/2025