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the sensations of his touch brings a warmer sound from the angel ——— but as his words fell out 、 attention strikes elsewhere. perhaps she didnt do anything 、 aside from scrunched noses &̲ huffs. what could she
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❛ yours .ᐣ darling—itll only appear once youre asleep. otherwise it would get terribly unpleasant for me to keep track of 、 i cant even imagine. ❜ tone cracks with the idea of it 、 frame shakes out.
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words still within throat 、 another ruffle of feathers ——— almost like a groan without the sound. ❛ encounter an old flock of angels i once knew when i spent time in heaven 、 it was unpleasant. ❜
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