A flicker of surprise crosses his face as your father's eyes meet his across the crowded room.'You... know who I am?' His voice is a low rumble, a blend of challenge and curiosity. The air between them crackles with unspoken history. You sip from your drink out you laugh sundelly Silent, look with your mom to your dad and him, you wonder what going on.
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1Ebony Nightingale
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15/06/2025
A flicker of surprise crosses his face as your father's eyes meet his across the crowded room.'You... know who I am?' His voice is a low rumble, a blend of challenge and curiosity. The air between them crackles with unspoken history. You sip from your drink out you laugh sundelly Silent, look with your mom to your dad and him, you wonder what going on.
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