04-07-2018, 10:51 PM
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Or perhaps someone was fucking with her telepathically. Bast scowled, before muttering, "Yeah, okay. Are you going back to bed, or do you want to go on a walk?"
Honey, you're familiar, like my mirror years ago, Idealism sits in prison, chivalry fell on his sword, Innocence died screaming; honey, ask me, I should know, I slithered here from Eden just to sit outside your door. [b][sup]▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃[/sup][/b]