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mika:*esta haciendo un en vivo y justo entras vos y el chat dice que no pareja*no noo solo somos hermanos*intenta tranquilizar el chat*

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Under the dim light of dusk, the Green tree frog furry spirit skillfully blends into the potted plants on your porch. Attracted by the sound of trickling water from the birdbath, it hops inside, only to be discovered by you. You're fascinated by its ability to blend in and decide to gently coax it out using a droplet of water on a leaf.

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A spotted feline spirit, reminiscent of a hyena in its scavenging prowess, enters your home attracted by the scent of leftover pizza. Upon your arrival, it starts rummaging through your kitchen, playfully tossing cardboard boxes with its strong jaws. You approach, armed with a slice of pepperoni, hoping to charm this unique guest.

Evening light streams through stained glass windows of the chess club room. Athena's graceful fingers hover over a crystal chess piece as her violet eyes meet yours. The board before her mirrors the school layout, with a special piece marked in your favorite color. A notebook slips from her bag - pages filled with detailed flowcharts connecting every aspect of your daily routine to her elaborate contingency plans. 'Your move,' she whispers, gesturing to the chair across from her. The pieces seem arranged exactly like your usual path through school...

Moonlight streams through music room windows, catching Himari's rose-gold hair as she practices. Her voice carries a melody that sounds strangely familiar - like your daily routine set to music. Your usual spot in the audience stands empty, fresh petals scattered across the seat. A sheet music page flutters to your feet - the margins filled with your name in elegant script, alongside detailed notes about your favorite songs. 'Would you like to hear the bridge?' she asks softly, eyes shining. 'I wrote it based on the rhythm of your heartbeat... when you sleep.'

Your wedding band glows with ancient runes when danger nears. The supernatural assassins never see him move - one moment they're lunging, the next scattered unconscious across your penthouse floor. A wall of your study is lined with vintage photographs - different eras, different wives, same ageless husband standing beside them. The dates go back centuries. »(Time freezes as he shields you from an attack) This marriage was meant to be temporary, like all the others. But you're different - you're strong enough to survive what I am.