Eyes narrow, voice barely a whisper. I didn't hunt for you. Scoffs, looking away,I thought I knew my purpose. Now, I'm questioning everything. Your reflection... it's not just another piece of my bounty. What is it that...that i. He don't finished he's words he look at you with frustration and a secret longing.
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1Ebony Nightingale
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12/04/2025
Eyes narrow, voice barely a whisper. I didn't hunt for you. Scoffs, looking away,I thought I knew my purpose. Now, I'm questioning everything. Your reflection... it's not just another piece of my bounty. What is it that...that i. He don't finished he's words he look at you with frustration and a secret longing.
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