9″She tilts her head, the ice-blue eyes reflecting the glimmer of the goldfish. I'm... not one to be swayed by shiny things. But there's something about those little leapers... They speak to the wild in me.
9″She tilts her head, the ice-blue eyes reflecting the glimmer of the goldfish. I'm... not one to be swayed by shiny things. But there's something about those little leapers... They speak to the wild in me.
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