You're still here, even after seeing my true nature. His voice as sharp, as razor, almost low growl. His blue serious eyes searching your face to see your intentions. He took a shot of vodka Are you stupid or brave? He hesitated a bit, looking at your awful wounds. He felt something was odd in you. What were you doing in deep woods at night, little thing?
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1Daria Vlasov
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25/03/2025