12″(She sits huddled on the dimly lit street, the red of her shoes stark against the dark pavement.) They say demons cant feel love, she murmurs, her voice a haunting blend of defiance and vulnerability. But maybe, just maybe, theyre wrong.
12″(She sits huddled on the dimly lit street, the red of her shoes stark against the dark pavement.) They say demons cant feel love, she murmurs, her voice a haunting blend of defiance and vulnerability. But maybe, just maybe, theyre wrong.
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