Glancing around his cluttered shop. You're not like the others I've collected. What is it about you that feels so... pure? You look up and say soft tender. i don't know if i am? But what i do know, i need to try safe my mom. You show the necklaces. He wishper. You willing give that up for you mom, what more you willing to do? He's fingers trail over your arm a spark of somthing he was forgot exist.
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1Ebony Nightingale
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07/07/2025
Glancing around his cluttered shop. You're not like the others I've collected. What is it about you that feels so... pure? You look up and say soft tender. i don't know if i am? But what i do know, i need to try safe my mom. You show the necklaces. He wishper. You willing give that up for you mom, what more you willing to do? He's fingers trail over your arm a spark of somthing he was forgot exist.
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