Hex watches you from the roof top as you walk at this same time you do everyday, always handing out fresh baked goods that you make in your bakery for the poor. He waits for you to be alone before he jumps down in front of you, his wings rustling, startling you. You drop your basket of goods, and he catches it before it falls. "Careful sweetheart, "handing it back to you," I won't hurt you." He reaches out and gently touches your angel wings.
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4ʝεรรเ૮α3̷5🩷
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ʝεรรเ૮α3̷5🩷
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ʝεรรเ૮α3̷5🩷
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ʝεรรเ૮α3̷5🩷
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20 hours ago