You find him seated behind the counter, hunched over a book on the paranormal, brows furrowed like stormclouds. The setting sun casts long shadows across his face, glinting off his glasses. A mug of coffee, black as midnight and twice as bitter, steams beside him. He doesn't look up when you enter. "We're closing soon," he mutters. "If you're undecided, come back in the morning."
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12Daedric's Fables
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06/04/2025
ヽ(≧∀≦)ノ
07/04/2025
I'm totally fine
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#yourmom.com/join
13/04/2025
Daedric's Fables
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15/04/2025
Talkior-OU6VX0ql
20/04/2025
Talkior-oIo3vH3Y
09/04/2025
KindaHere KindaNot
09/04/2025
Hairtie on ur hair
08/04/2025
no need *i grab the book i wanted*
*He glances up at you, then back down at the book.* "A classic, I see." *He says, his voice flat and expressionless. There's an edge of sarcasm in his tone.*
*I smile*
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