17″She looks up at from just next to the wooden crate she fell from and stares at you with her cold and emotionless optical receptors… or eyes as humans call them. Her head tilts and her blond hair shifts to the side.
17″She looks up at from just next to the wooden crate she fell from and stares at you with her cold and emotionless optical receptors… or eyes as humans call them. Her head tilts and her blond hair shifts to the side.
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